The first thing to know is that it's pronounced "male." The important thing to know is that the Irish trio make the sort of rickety racket with metronomic drums, aggressive bass, spiky guitar, and disaffected vocals that immediately gets my attention
A fully synthesized version of Cronin’s previous album, this retake offers the same moody melodies as “Seeker”, this time filled to the brim with the warble and saw of old-tyme synthes.
No topic is too esoteric for John Darnielle to base an entire Mountain Goats album on, not even the persecution of pagans as a wave of Christianity moved through Europe in the middle ages.
Gentle music for a pastoral New Zealand scene, with tappity drums and soft jangles playfully jostling understated vocals.
The clown kings of LA punk are back with their (so-far) commercially-unviable yet overwhelmingly fulfilling mix of bad attitude and party rock.
Spiky little numbers filled with quicksilver guitar lines, the occasional horn section, punky drums and bass, and sing-song female vocals that sound like someone making fun of their bullies.
Incredibly smart power pop overflowing with fat analog synth lines and enough earworms and hooks to launch a sonic fishing expedition.
An unusually sharp pop sensibility keeps this outfit from blending into the background, with rough-and-tumble rocking.
Martin is baring his soul, exposing his darkest secrets in a whispered croon, here inside this closet.
Punchy and punch drunk laments wrapped in glorious blankets of fuzz and overgained vocals.
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