[LUXURY ROCK] At age 68, Bryan Ferry remains a
study in contrasts. He made his name as the coke-addled, space-alien
frontman of English glam titans Roxy Music, but outside of that
For the innovators of “powwow-step,” the party is always political.
Like a lot of native North Americans,
Bear Thomas didn’t grow up with many heroes who looked like him.
Searching for a reflection of himself in popular media, all he’d find
were the same red
Having survived cancer, Sharon Jones just wants one thing: Respect.
Talking to the media about her recent battle with
pancreatic cancer, Sharon Jones never spares the gory details. Asked how
she first knew something was wrong, the 57-year-old soul singer told Spin
[STONED AMERICANA] The bifurcation of the careers of Kurt Vile and Adam Granduciel could’ve gone a lot worse. Vile left the War On Drugs
in 2008, but pegging indie-rock’s benevolent stoner laure
A shape-shifting producer sheds the shoegaze haze—and his band.
When Portland four-piece Anne released its debut, Dream Punx,
in 2011, few could resist throwing the album’s airy, dark pop in with
My Bloody Valentine and the rest of the shoegaze pack. And whi
Can the Treefort Music Fest make Boise the next Portland?
When Brett Netson pulled into Old Town Portland for the
first time back in the early ’90s, to play Satyricon with his
psychedelic punk band, Caustic Resin, he felt like a kid in a candy
Who: Rappers Mic Capes, Glenn Waco and Rasheed Jamal.
Sounds like: Lupe Fiasco if he was a little more street; Kurupt if he was a little more conscious.
For fans of: Kendrick Lamar, Common, Earl Swe
If the name makes you uncomfortable, don’t worry: This buzzing New York punk band is already set to self-destruct.
Perfect Pussy is a band with an
expiration date. Or so says Ray McAndrew, guitarist for the Syracuse,
N.Y., noise-punk band, which, for the past six months, has been gaining
national attention f
The Portland director has solved the mystery of indie-rock innovators Slint. It only took him 23 years.
In 1991, at an underground music club in Asheville, N.C.,
Lance Bangs heard an album so weird and wondrous it would obsess him for
the next two decades. That record, Spiderland, was by Slint, a