Sly, absurdist bluegrass from the borough of Brooklyn (natch). How can you not smile at a couplet like, “But when she danced/The monkey filled her pants?”
Oranger
Oranger are just plain old fun — a bunch of guys who sat around listening to the Kinks, the 13th Floor Elevators, and Al Green as teenagers (hey, who didn’t?) — although they’re pushing into more pop these days.
Ralph Carney
The easy explanation: he’s smoking something.
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Post-punk disco dub replete with bongos and sleigh bells. Nothing new about the concept, but the execution sure is fresh.
Joel RL Phelps and the Downer Trio
While the band’s name has always been a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, the new single shows off Phelps’ range and energy with a brazen and emotive Paul Westerberg-style number.
The Faraway Places
“With gentle psychedelia, skuzzy guitar, and a sweetly-stoned surfer attitude, they serve up summery tunes by the VW camperload.” – NME
I couldn’t have said it better myself. – Sean
Anna Oxygen
Bouncy, new wave stream-of-consciousness — as catchy as it is fleeting.
Lambchop
Sunday morning hangover slow with a twang of hopefulness. Beauty that hurts.
Libretto
Libretto’s thundering, street-savvy flow trades blows with gritty funk breaks — similar to the Lifesavas (whose Jumbo the Garbageman guests on “Volume”) or Michael Franti on some gangsta shhh…
Kennedy
Space-folk-gospel-disco pop, with a hint of The Who. It’s all here, kitchen-sink rock. Gotta hear it to believe.