Thankfully, Principles holds a trump card an ace in the hole: Plant’s voice. Whenever the ride feels out of control or scope from itself, Plant becomes the handlebar in the car on which one can grab reassuringly. Even if that doesn’t help when a cut crashes and burns and throws me headfirst out of the window.
Pictures at Eleven truly plays as the incense stick burns—it burns solidly, it takes time to fill out the room and it can create some serious nostalgia.
With The Spark everything changes. Each time I feel like I have listened to a band who grew up in the same area as me. The same stomping grounds as I. Over 12 tracks, Sol Seed dials me into my Oregon roots and the many musical experiences of my life.
The band sounds gracious yet geared from the get-go, crafting a band anthem in “Family Tree” replete with reggaetón, record scratches and some swaggering horns. This is the band’s “Bad Company,” a title track resonating with more happiness and horns than Bad Company.
But from first listening to Sol Seed's Grown Deep, it was easy to see the name of the game in reggae involves the exposure of real life social situations in popular musical format. It’s like hip-hop with melody.
These are the ingredients to one of 2017’s most sublime albums, John Mayer’s The Search for Everything. Bake this together and we have some of the best John Mayer since Continuum and a cake metaphor of debatable quality.
No seriously, Donald Glover could confuse a chameleon with how fast he changed colours. One moment, he’s a rapper. The next, he’s making music straight out of a P-Funk playbook on acid funk. So without further ado, welcome to the new Childish Gambino, ladies and gentlemen. From the opening notes of “Me and Your Mama” to the abrupt ending of “Stand Tall,” the artist now formerly known as Gambino charts new spaces in funky places for any intrepid psychonaut wishing …