The very welcomed return of Detroit's best-made Hybrid.

You’re Dead was almost Talmudic in its intentions. It aspired to merge rap and jazz and beat music, write requiems for the dead and resuscitate flat-lining souls. If you can criticize it, it’s via that Icarus curse of over-ambition. Sometimes, the fusion soared. Sometimes, it got soupy and overly ambient. Like many musicians who work […]

Chris Daly defines quiet differently than you or I. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, or so I hear. When you’re the grand-nephew of jazz luminary Alice Coltrane (the wife of John Coltrane), and the de facto guru of the LA beat scene, people tend to expect a lot from you. Throw into […]

This is just your normal video in which a champion teenage ice skater falls through the thin ice in a skating rink and ends up almost drowning in frozen water. Thankfully, she emerges from the arctic sea and winds up at a carnival where she declines to drink some slush puppies. Obviously, she is still  […]

Douglas Martin briefly beat-boxed in Department of Eagles. Listening to Grizzly Bear inspires adjectives usually foreign to critically-acclaimed, avant-garde New York City bands: pristine, nuanced, sophisticated. The Big Apple is supposed to be dirtier than everywhere else. Its artists are supposed to be darker, weirder, more damaged, more openly self-destructive. The Velvet Underground. Sonic Youth. […]

Grizzly Bear again? Ah yeah, again and again. With two songs leaked from next month’s Shields, the ursine squad are the only contenders to take Ariel Pink’s crown for my favorite album of the year involving guitars. Even though their piano lines and layered vocal harmonies seem to provide the music with most of its […]