Night Beats I walked into Music Hall of Williamsburg to music already playing, and I knew from the heavy-reverbed note bending that sounded like a portal straight back to Texas psych rock from the ’60s, that Night Beats was on stage. Singer D. Lee Blackwell split his time between growling and yelping into the mic
The Background: Ah, White Denim. I remember the very day when my love affair with their distinctly deft sounds began. ‘Twas a chilly October night last year. I was at the El Rey, seeing Portugal. The Man for the first time (read about my second time seeing them in Anaheim here!). Unsuspectingly, I stood in
1. You ask a friend to recommend some music to you. He tells you about Harlem. You promise to “check them out,” with little intention of actually doing it.2. You get on a plane for Austin, Texas (you’re undecided about moving so you’re visiting).3. You read a favorable review of Harlem’s debut album with Matador