I’s not a vocalist becoming of Kate Bush and Amy Winehouse that’s worth talking about—it’s Tash Sultana with a big fucking guitar that needs a word or two—or 500.
Third Eye Blind is that summer when you met your first relationship. It was awkwardly paced, filled with mistakes and a flameout in the end. But you know they meant every word in the sentence “I love you.” And 20 years on, you still do.
Emotionally, I was missing something. After listening to the album, I realized Sampha Sislay was missing something too: his mother. Process was his attempt to reconcile the dead with himself.
No Quarter put an end to a Robert’s dawdling career. It’s a reenergizing return to roots filled with mixing eastern and western influences, the sweet sound of Page’s guitar and grandiose orchestrations.
Fate of Nations is when the milk sours. It was a throwback to a sound that had accrued exactly zero nostalgia factor. Too late to rock ‘n’ roll, too soon to mystify.
Enter Bully and their latest release. Punky, garage-y and dirty with them guitars, the world needed an album like Losing. Each track gives shady glances to the sun while staying inside. It’s every bit the loser just as Bully is every bit the punk.
Aristotle once said, “We are what we repeatedly do.”
He also once said, “It’s no secret that the husband-and-wife duo of Derek Trucks and Susan Tedeschi and their eponymous band play a show worth seeing.”