A sound boiled down to a syrup.

Dirty, crunchy, gritty, grungy.

Kind of a solemn grind.

Smell The Love raises a stink at Midway Cafe.

We’re all Neil Young fans.

Tyler and The Names cap a laugher at The Rockwell.

A hard-edged clubby rocker with a few rhymes.

A guitar picker who plays like a new day dawning.

Not a #xmas4eva banger, as far as I can tell.

Not just for “Losing My Religion”!

We all work too much.

“Are you out of your mind?”

A stopper. A starter.

A three-day art & chiptune fest that doesn’t take place in Boston.

An old Mt. Washington joke for true New Englanders.

It’s Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeef for dinner at The Rockwell.

The annual indie music spree returns to the Lower East Side.

A real satisfying pop hum on this strummer.

Follow Thru come to the rescue at Midway Cafe.

Melancholy is a thorny crown.

A tentative track.

Diane Young cuts deep at Deep Cuts.

A number with the rhythm of a buoy floating on troubled seas.

Bus Crush is preferable to bus crash at Silhouette Lounge.

A rock n reggae outfit with a light and breezy attitude.

The two-day fest We Black Folk returns to Club Passim.

Slow tempo grandeur.

Impossible Dog achieves the possible at Deep Cuts.

Keeps the weight off better than Sundae Junkie.

Did you see this dude on SNL?