by Madeline Leno in Music
"That's the price I paid/ For being different/ And I walk this road alone/ That's the price I paid/ I can call this life my own." The chorus of the first track off Egypt Central's self-titled debut album may have one of those catchy melodies that wriggle their way into your memory, but its lyrics lie lie lie.
by Jonathan Zuckerman in Music
Bob Dylan is a timeless treasure. Mountain is not. Both of these facts are abundantly clear on Masters of War, Mountain's new album of Dylan covers. As bad as this album is, it can't diminish how amazing of a lyricist Dylan is. It's a shame those lyrics are wasted here.
by Steve Kendall in Music
Ninety percent of music involves love of some kind. Songs about heartbreak, lost love, true love and parental love flood our ears on a daily basis. What better time to address this phenomenon than Valentine's Day? So, instead of the usual "Top 10 Love Songs" or "Top 10 Breakup Songs" lists that every music publication is doing, I figured I'd try something different.
by Eric Jackson in Music
It's a rarity these days that an artist comes along with an album that is truly unique, inventive and just flat-out good. Three's new album, The End is Begun, is just that. It is filled with the band's unique flavor and sound. Each song rocks out and sears with virtuosity and intensity.
by Adam Najman in Music
What can be said about The Mars Volta? Well, I can say that I saw them at the quaint Terminal 5 in Manhattan on Jan. 14. I'm not sure what can be said past that - they have a few albums, two of which are critically acclaimed - but this is about their live performance, so enough about that.
by Laura Kitterle in Music
"This had better be worth missing Gogol Bordello," I muttered to myself as I approached the block-and-a-half-long line outside 34th Street's Grand Ballroom this past New Year's Eve. Clasping a (faux) feather mask in one hand and my ticket in the other, I navigated through the crowd of goths, punks and what appeared to be mimes to find my place next to a middle-aged, white-faced woman whose cheeks and hosiery recalled Raggedy Anne and a preteen boy who looked like he had hopped straight out of a Charlie Chaplin film.
by Lindsey Machicote in Music
Long Beach, Ca.-based Sublime brought the world a mix of ska, reggae, punk and hip-hop from 1988-1996. Five years after Sublime frontman Bradley Nowell's tragic overdose and death in 1996, Badfish decided to bring the music of Sublime back to the stage. Since 2001, Badfish has been keeping Sublime's music and essence alive, selling out shows to many who never got to see Sublime perform.
