I went to this show with the plan to specifically watch and review the Brooklyn-based dream pop outfit Field Mouse, but they went on earlier than I anticipated, and for some reason Glasslands was unusually slow to get people in the door, so I ended up only catching the last half of their set while
A successful debut record can become both a blessing and a curse for an indie band that is trying to make a name for itself. A praised freshman effort is every musician’s dream, but with that comes an expectation to put out even better records in the future. If the subsequent music compares to that
Horse Feathers Everything about last night’s show at The Echo was Portland-esque, from the intimate, nondescript venue; to the good (and cheap) tap selection and flannel clad band and audience members. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve sworn that all three acts on the bill hailed from the City of Roses, but no, the
Oh, Spaceland, how I’ve missed you so. Tonight was my first visit to the quaint L.A. club in well over a year, and it was a nice welcome back. For those of you who have yet to attend a show at the Silverlake venue, picture this—a high school dance, where the auditorium walls have been
Maserati’s sound is epic. Not epic in its slang sense, but epic in the sense of greatness. Though only four (currently three) men, the Athens, Georgia-based instrumental post-rock outfit has a knack for evoking a mélange of emotions and producing full, boisterous pieces, without singing a word. Pyramid of the Sun, the band’s third album
Riding on the coattails of a well-received debut album, the New York-based trio Elizabeth and the Catapult is back with its sophomore effort, The Other Side of Zero. Where Brooklyn-bred songstress Elizabeth Ziman and her band’s first album Taller Children comprised cheery, light-hearted songs, the second features darker, tongue-in-cheek tracks sung from the perspective of