Rise is an almost unfathomable amalgam of ambition and attention to detail.
The guitars, bass and drums wail away, but it’s the ascending/descending organ part that really puts this one over the top.
I’ve been listening to Harris Hawk’s Feeder a lot, but I must confess it makes me a little uncomfortable. I feel like I’m eavesdropping on someone’s therapy session. It’s not going well.
I want to offer a personal thank you to all the folks who have championed the Boston music scene at The Phoenix over the years.
Imagine standing in the sunshine with all the dark clouds held at bay. What do you call that feeling?
This isn’t rock music; this is beat poetry set to manic outbursts of distorted disobedience.
It’s snowing, so I’m off to Radio for Brendan Boogie’s first-Thursday-of-every-month-until-the-end-of-time residency.
Here’s some noisy indie rock that packs a wallop.
The Field Effect! The Pill! Richard Bouchard’s birthday! Bowie cover! Tad!