The Constantines are back, but it’s best not to get too attached.
When the members of Canadian punk band the Constantines
ended their four-year hiatus earlier this year in honor of the reissue
of their landmark 2003 album, Shine a Light, they had a few
Toward the end of Friday night’s incredible arena spectacle, Katy Perry, emoji princess, compared the concert to a first date. Before I even get to how ridiculous that is—I wish all my OKCupid dates involved glow-in-the-dark gladiators and 3D glasses that made everything seem like an acid trip—let me say that she’s onto something. It was actually more like a third or fourth date: Yo...
The 12 most crucial songs from rock’s most consistent band.
It’s possible—and probably correct—to say that Spoon is the
most consistent, if not the outright best, rock band of the last 20
years. Since forming in Austin in 1993, the group, led by
On a Monday night in early March,
everything changed for Future Islands. The Baltimore synth-pop trio was
in New York to make its national television debut on the Late Show With David Letterman, p
Sharon Van Etten’s life is a highway. She wants to pull over.
When Brooklyn singer-songwriter Sharon Van Etten returned from a grueling yearlong stint touring behind her 2012 album, Tramp,
she was physically and emotionally spent. She promised her boyfriend
Few bands in indie rock inspire as much drunken devotion as Guided by Voices. Led by former schoolteacher and Beatles devotee Robert Pollard, the band’s expert mix of off-kilter whimsy, fist-pum
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a crowd so hyped to see an artist perform, but I’m guessing that’s the type of devotion that Detroit’s Danny Brown is used to these days. The kids packing the Roseland Theater this past Mother's Day were straight rowdy from the opening tip, pogoing in unison and shouting “Danny! Danny!” before the house lights turned low. Brown’s c...
[DETROIT RAP CITY] If Drake is, as New York Times
critic Jon Caramanica wrote last year, “all the emoji: prayer hands,
dancing girls, diamond ring, blown kiss, laughing through tears,” then
The pickleback cocktail comes straight outta Bushwick, it looks like pee, and it puts out fires.
“Are you seriously going to drink that?” is not a phrase you
often hear at a Portland dive. But on an unusually warm early spring
evening at Church (page 16), everyone else crowded around the