Vylany Knows No Bounds

In throwing a fist at a smug privileged and entrenched lot and in driving for some of that change, Bob Vylan’s music is one of the most important of our times. I haven’t heard anything like this, delivered the way it is.

Machina Sapiens

The machines are here, even if that’s not exactly music to the ears. We are the machines.

Five Singer Punch

And music will rain down upon you as fine spray to gladden your heart or a fiery shower to incense your soul or black acid to madden your mind and rip you apart or the last deluge to wrap you in its tempestuous folds. Music. It will claim you. In terms of the sheer quantity…

Far From Middling

‘Meso’ means middle but there’s nothing middle-of-the-road about what Project Mishram and their collaborators have pulled off on this exceptional album.

The Language of Empathy

Imagination and interpretation are what make our relationship with art enriching, creating our own unique, deeply personal bond with it.

Black Positive

The great sickness of humanity is the lack of empathy. Illness is not a crime. And a person with illness is not abhorrent.

Of Loss, And A Symphony Of Sorrow

There is a cleansing catharsis to be found in the indescribably beautiful music of the late Polish composer’s creation. It could be the conduit that taps into the deep sense of loss that lies bottled up in in many of us over this year of horror and release – at least in part – its choking hold.

Progress Most Significant

Balance. Restraint. Cliched as they are as adjectives for music, these are however not used prevalently for what is called progressive rock, a genre that has become too attached to an over-the-top display of  technical play. These two very qualities – balance and restraint – often elusive to the genre help imbue Rainburn’s new album…

A Genreal Post

When I first heard the term ‘Alternative’ applied to rock music many years back, I remember wondering ‘Oh! Alternative to what?’ because to me it was rock music; just that. Since then genreality has regularly bared its teeth and delighted in taking chunks off my naivete. I’ve gotten old but that ravening wolf is still…

Ground Ziro

When you get bumped up to business class on a 3+ hour flight at the start of a long journey, you can’t be faulted for wearing a silly grin on your face and thinking nothing can go wrong. I would have bought a lottery ticket right then if it was on sale. Thankfully for me,…