Music
Baker’s Dozen
Chicago’s Junius Paul kicks off the jazz jam of “Baker’s Dozen” with some faux feedback scrawl that sounds like a Sonic Youth outtake.
Sons Lunaris: A Gong Supreme
Sons Lunaris graced Midway Cafe at the tail end of a double-stacked bill on Friday.
Midway Cafe Under SIEGE
A rare performance by hardcore punks SIEGE was the highlight of a hump day show at the Midway Cafe.
DataVision
Compilations are always a dicey game, but Portals finds its focus in the synth sound.
Pet Fox: A Face In Your Life
Pet Fox pulls off a few tricks on their label debut LP A Face In Your Life.
JP Music Festival Celebrates Ten Years
The 10th edition of the JP Music Festival kicked off at Pinebank Field on Saturday, 10 September.
Living Hour On Fire
Winnipeg’s Living Hour lit the city on fire with their set at O’Brien’s Pub.
Inssegh Inssegh
Niger’s Les Filles de Illighadad use of choral chants always foregrounds the vocals, but keep track of the all-important fretwork of the guitar keeping rhythm.
Finally Reloaded in Somerville
Finally Reloaded Fest arrived at Boynton Yards on Saturday, September 10.
Silver Roses
The lead track “Silver Roses” off Rose City Band’s latest LP Earth Trip hits like Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door.”
Final Thought
LA’s jazzmaster Kamasi Washington is not messing around on his big band 3xLP release The Epic. It is what it says it is. Epic.
9 Days (ft. Saxo Boy)
Who among us hasn’t had a brief fixation on the avant-garde amapiano club scene of South Africa? Let ye cast the first stone who doesn’t love DJ Black Low!
Parable of Inclusion
Chicago's Rob Mazurek has a touch of the cosmic to him and a star is born on Dimensional Stardust.
Pause Tape
Save the starpower remixes on the Bookhead EP for later and skip straight to the real thing: MF DOOM (RIP).
Burp: Pride of Lowell
Burp headlined an eclectic indie rock bill at the Midway Cafe on a cool September night.
1539 N. Calvert
Baltimore's JPEGMAFIA is a relentless beat stylist that specializes in hip hop collages.
Kal Marks: My Name Is Hell
The underlying musical and philosophical idea of Kal Mark’s latest full-length My Name Is Hell is trotted out upfront like the proud thesis of an undergraduate Lit paper.