If I could use synesthesia to describe Woods’ music, I would say it sounds like sparkling pastel day-go colors.

There’s no detail too small or scar too deep for Eels to pick up and examine in a wry musical light.

Brian Feldman and family invite Carl F. Gauze to an unstructured Chanukah celebration. On Zoom, the goyest of ALL internet sites.

Carl F. Gauze experiences a “Socially Distanced Christmas Carol” for the 2020s

Julius C. Lacking explains how this show managed to hook him in despite its lack of postmodern ironic content

It’s hard to to live up to a name like Young Fresh Fellows when you’ve been at it for almost 40 years, but good time rock and roll never goes out of style.

The effervescent jangle of German trio A Tale of Golden Keys is intricately engineered to make your ears ask “what was that?”

I am generally skeptical and disrespectful of band names with special capitalization, but IDLES look and sound like they mean business.

Jeremy Glazier talks to filmmaker Scott Rosenbaum about his documentary Sidemen: Long Road to Glory, the story of three obscure but legendary blues musicians.

If you got The Nude Party to perform at your next get-together, it would be the kind of shindig that produces two marriages, three break-ups, and gossip for years to come.

A bright young girl is tortured by her crass parents and brutalized by and evil school mistress. And it’s kid-friendly!

There are many two-genre combos that will fit on Blitzen Trapper like a tailored suit, but my current favorite is “country psychedelia”.

Sneaks uses electronic layers and a disaffected delivery to create something that lives in the past and in the future and only circumstantially in the present.

Punk rock takes the stage in a teen angst revolution against…whatever kids are revolting against today.

A girl’s soccer team deals with adulthood, disappointment and death.

Raw, stinging, and pungent like a freshly-cut onion, The Bobby Lees quickly peel away their layers to share their tender, pearl-white hearts.

A classic Shakespearean comedy is recast and reimagined for the digital millennia.

The Gaslamp Killer earned his nickname by ruining the vibe of clubs in San Diego’s Gaslamp district with his incongruous DJ sets, so we must conclude those clubs were lame.

Supremely independent for going on three decades, Superchunk’s incisive nervous energy is still one of the purest indie highs you can find.

Static songs from a dynamic performer fill the house at this minimalist cabaret.