Kind of has that Weezer “hip hip” lilt.

Wait long enough, a stream of singles turns into an album.

A leading brand name in Tuareg guitar and proud of it.

Lithe, electro pop with baseline rock textures.

Chaiah is a soft ‘ch’ sound at Lizard Lounge.

Not an Xmas tune, technically.

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.