Why close The Scope and leave this important gap in public awareness?
Glenn Danzig was born 1000 years ago, an infant bundle of hair and testosterone crawling within a burning lake of blood and fire.
Black crowberry, sez the back of the bottle, “is considered to be similar in taste to a red grape wine.” Not reassuring, but worth a shot?
Eating after midnight in the city of legends.
Joe Belly’s voice gets better with each new album.
A deeply dense and difficult album to dig into, but ultimately rewarding.
It sounds exactly as you’d expect.
Over the last few years, these New Jersey critic darlings have crossed the line from “introspective and hypnotic” to plain boring.
It seems in recent years Raine Maida has been taking vocal coaching to tame the adnoidal fury of his voice.
So does Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs underestimate its audience? Does Up overestimate it?
Irish ex-patriot and current local singer-songwriter Tony Benn’s new album travels onto a lonesome road with a simple directness and a strong and sorrowful voice.
The Dardanelles’ debut self titled album is an taut, dynamic and energetic mix of various strings, squeeze boxes and worldly influences.
Geraldine Hollett’s voice is like a deep, warm river of honey.
There’s plenty of swagger and bravado, and if nothing else White as a producer is a master of getting guitars to sound wickedly bestial, but the riffs miss just as often as they hit.
Vancouver-based instrumental band Precious Fathers’ new album is a dense soup of cavernous guitars, grandiose swells and dramatic dynamics—but it never strays too far from a warm emotional center.