Jeery Lee Lewis played a mean honky tonk piano, yes. Iconic. Wild man. Pedophile. He married his 13 year old first cousin, tried to lie that she was in fact 15, and pissed his career away indulging his perverted desires. His two other wives died in mysterious circumstances – one drowned in a swimming pool, […]
MoreCharlie was the overdriven 500 watt powerhouse of the Rolling Stones sound. Charlie had that primal beat, that jazz syncopation. Charlie had the restraint and the energy, the power and the absolute glory. The energy of his percussive forefathers ran through the sinews of his arms, and that correct and delicate hold on the drum […]
MoreWhen Soko is good she is very very good. When she is bad, she is hiply boring in a disco-bunny glitter-purge kinda way. Her third album – called Feel Feelings, a glib line that has been overworked by various abusers of stream of consciousness lyric writing, is a mixed bag. Of course, I want to […]
MoreBest pop bubblegum punk I have heard in years. The Linda Lindas are killing it! Blondie, eat your heart (of glass) out! These girls are amazing! I will stop doing the worried mother act about nature of the music industry – these girls are pretty young, and the punk scene is, by definition, no playground […]
MoreWhat’s he building in there? The question that Tom Waits started asking in his song, is taken by Hollingsworth and brought into the light, out of the basement gloom. What is he building in there? In the case of The Work, Ansel Bragg is building his own redemption through art. He might not be Michaelangelo […]
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