Review: PAK – “Secret Curve” March 22, 2012 Ron Anderson is the best kind of madman. There’s just no other way to say it. With Secret Curve, the Brooklyn musician’s third outing… Continue Reading
REVIEW: Robin Aigner – “Bandito” March 22, 2012 Robin Aigner’s got you hooked from the first verse. The acoustic guitar, jazzy and hushed, slowly shuffles, the violin weeps and fingers run over… Continue Reading
Review: Pinataland – “Hymns for the Dreadful Night” March 22, 2012 It’s 2003 all over again, and no, no, please exhale—I’m not talking about any kind of reprise of the Bush years. The Brooklyn-based “antique-garde”… Continue Reading
Profile: Robin Aigner (2010) May 17, 2010 Freddy’s Bar, a neighbourhood fixture at the corner of 6th and Dean in Prospect Parks, Brooklyn, a bar with mismatched pictures and collectibles on… Continue Reading
Review: Sarah Jaffe – Suburban Nature May 17, 2010 It unfolds in careful steps: drummer Jeff Ryan’s simple 1-2-3-4 count-off, the soft but persistent shuffle of an acoustic guitar, the poppy electric bass,… Continue Reading
Profile: The Wingdale Community Singers (2010) May 17, 2010 Spirit Duplicator, the second record from Brooklyn quartet the Wingdale Community Singers, begins with an enticing simulacrum—not a chord strummed on an acoustic guitar… Continue Reading
Profile: The ‘Antique-Garde’ Songwriters of New York City (2010) May 17, 2010 “The future’s eternally bankrupt but history provides” Winter was hard on New York City. February 27, a Saturday, started before dawn for Erik Della… Continue Reading
Profile: Robin Aigner (2010) May 17, 2010 Robin Aigner, a vintage dress and boots extending her pint-sized frame, remains in control of the Living Room’s standing-room crowd as the music swirls… Continue Reading
Review: Kill Henry Sugar – Hot Messiah March 2, 2010 Kill Henry Sugar has never been fond of genres. The New York City duo just isn’t easily classified. To call Erik Della Penna and… Continue Reading
Review: Robin Aigner – Bandito February 20, 2010 Robin Aigner’s got you hooked from the first verse. The acoustic guitar, jazzy and hushed, slowly shuffles, the violin weeps and fingers run over… Continue Reading
