The voice is iconic. The songs are timeless. The band is impeccable. The performance is stellar. And the record — simply fabulous!
Renowned blues ace Jonny Lang released his major label debut at the tender age of 15 back in 1997. Today, at the ripe old age of 32, Lang is an industry elder statesman. And he recently returned to the scene with his first new record in six years.
After a three-year break, those fun-loving Followill boys are back with their latest effort — a record that certainly was well worth the wait.
Q: What’s more frightening than Sammy Hagar covering “Margaritaville?”
A: Nothing — except maybe Sammy Hagar covering “Margaritaville” with Toby Keith.
Along with such contemporaries as Helix, Killer Dwarfs and Headpins—Coney Hatch defined Canadian hard rock in the ’80s. And in 2013 they return with their first new record in nearly three decades.
As an American history buff with a particular penchant for presidential American history—this one seemed right up my alley.
Only a few of these gems were top-selling blockbusters. And many of the artists are far from iconic, household names. This list merely reflects the COOLEST records of the ’80s—a rather ambiguous classification indeed. However, it’s one that I am uniquely qualified to define.
Sara Groves is an alien. She doesn’t even possess human DNA. In fact, she once cut herself on an iceberg while feeding the disenfranchised in Antarctica—and she bled honey. Her music is mighty sweet too.
I’ve been the self-proclaimed “Thrift Store King” since long before that silly record became a hit. As a result, it’s my civic duty to provide this post as a public service.
Like sifting through maggots in a dumpster, there was no shortage of sucky records produced during the 1990s. But the question is, how can any mere mortal encapsulate all of the biggest stinkers in one sanitized Top Ten list? Well, I’ve done my best.
Even a crappy decade such as the 1990s saw the release of a (very) few truly great albums. And in my estimation, here are the best.
Only ONE thing could entice me from my house in the middle of the afternoon during the scorching, dog days of August—and that’s Jennifer Aniston.
Classic rock combo returns with first new record in nearly a decade.
My morning Starbucks time offers me a daily op in which to reflect and connect. And I recently contemplated a major life question.