The Mixtape

Something about Margaret Glaspy’s voice makes me want to hang out and listen to her laugh.

There are many bands that go by W.I.T.C.H. but this is the only one where it stands for “we intend to cause havoc.”

The lasting appeal of PJ Harvey’s staredown is undeniable.

The music Clark makes is suitable for rage cleaning and nighttime neon drives.

All the kids are into it, and M. Ward is just itching to tell us about it.

They appear to be American, not so much Trappists, but they sound like a clattering of drums and hooks.

With a name like The Giant Robots and an origin country like Switzerland, it would be easy to make a play on their precision, but the truth is that completely misses the point of their particular type of rave-up.

The name implies feminized mechanization, but Ladytron can accomplish so much more.

It’s been a while since something has made me sit down and listen like the North Americans’ steel-string ambient flow.

Albert Hammond Jr. strikes out on his own, and it sounds like he has everything he needs.