Over the past few years, along with electronic music, indie pop bands have found themselves in the unfamiliar position of becoming fixtures on alt rock stations, but also pop radio. Groups like Grouplove, fun. and Passion Pit, have redefined what it means to be a popular band and have dominated both airwaves and commercials. Collectively,
What Bonnaroo does better than any other North American festival is purvey that communal atmosphere of Woodstock. As great as the festival’s atmosphere is, let’s talk about some of the bands we’re most excited to see. They’re not exactly a new band, in fact, they’re the complete antithesis of that, but we’d be remiss if
It’s fall—the leaves are changing, the weather is sucking, and Real Estate’s latest LP, Days, is in your car’s CD player, or at least it should be. The five-piece hailing from New Jersey made a name for itself in 2009, when it released its self-titled debut, coining itself in the surf rock genre with track
Thursday was my first trip to The Rock Shop in Park Slope, and I started my night out in the sports-ish upstairs bar. It had a bustling feel to it despite the relatively small crowd there, and I treated myself to the Brooklyn Summer Ale. Patrons in their upper twenties were eating burgers and fries,
Welcome to the first Weekend Playlist of 2011! Review some of the musical events from the week with these 10 fresh tracks… “Dumb (Live at the WOW Hall)” – Medium Troy Monica Christoffels began 2011 at the WOW Hall with Medium Troy. Monica wrote, “The aptly-dubbed ‘Kings of the WOW Hall’ certainly lived up to
Not to sound conceited or anything, but Best Coast picked the right side of the country to name their band after. There’s nothing like a hot California summer, and Best Coast’s debut LP Crazy for You harnesses the mood of the sizzling sand and cool blue waves that we love so dearly during these months.
I just discovered YouTube has its own Music Tuesday channel, but I’m more turned on by this rogue acapella Beach Boys channel, which has stripped all the instrumentation away from Pet Sounds and posted each song as an acapella masterpiece. Thanks, Jack!
The first time I saw Daniel Johnston play, I wasn’t properly briefed on the phenomenon. I only knew everyone in the NYC antifolk scene worshipped this legendary songwriter from Austin. So when an old, obese guy took the stage in sweatpants and a stained t-shirt, singing lyrics like, “the rabbit ate the chocolate rabbit,” I