With Ivy Tripp, Waxahatchee steps out of the boxes someone else might make for them and their art to produce real beauty, and not just the feminine kind.
Houndmouth’s Little Neon Limelight features great playing and solid writing, but perhaps neither would hold up without the singular joy behind the songs.
Afroman was wrong, he screwed up. But a non-performer should never get on-stage during a show. Just don’t do it. Not unless your name’s on the marquee.
You don’t want to play this at a party, but if you’re feeling low to baseline and have time to spare, Father John MIsty's I Love You, Honeybear is the jam.
Belle and Sebastian's new LP, Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance, is like a party that just doesn't end, and JP explains why that may not be the greatest thing.
Things happened, and are happening, ones that demand attention and serious thought. As shitty as things got in 2014, we can’t really afford to just be happy and clap along or shake it off anymore.