Apr 24, 2024
By Jordan Michael
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Sitting amongst all his gear in what used to be a bare barn, Sam Evian is showing Under the Radar Flying Cloud Studios. Evian and his partner, Hannah Cohen, started building the recording studio (near Woodstock, NY) over four years ago after buying property in the Catskill Mountains. Moving away from Brooklyn gave Evian a new lease on life, and more space for his creative recording endeavors. More
Apr 12, 2024
By Mark Moody
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The ubiquitous Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson almost didn’t make the cut for one of the cleverest rhymes on the Los Angeles-based Cheekface’s fourth album, It’s Sorted. More
Mar 29, 2024
By Michelle Dalarossa
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It’s a tale as old as time: four friends in college decide to pick up some instruments and start a band together. With no experience and no plan other than to hang out and make music, indie rock band Chastity Belt could’ve easily seen its career start and end before graduation came around. Thirteen years later, though, the group and its four members—Julia Shapiro (she/her), Lydia Lund (she/her), Gretchen Grimm (she/her), and Annie Truscott (they/them)—are as strong as ever as they release their fifth studio album, Live Laugh Love (out today via Suicide Squeeze). More
Mar 28, 2024
By Lee Campbell
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Elbow’s main man, Guy Garvey, has recently celebrated his 50th birthday. He marked the occasion in Manchester with his pal Peter Jobson from the band I Am Kloot and a “bunch of pirates” as he puts it. More
Mar 22, 2024
By Jasper Willems
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On “Sun Girl,” the iridescent opening track of Julia Holter’s new album, Something in the Room She Moves, the California-based composer lets her phrasing dissolve into novel expressions. It sounds as if she magically learns a new foreign tongue on the spot: “Sun girl / Sun girl / Sun may / Some girl / Sun maze / Some girl.” The song sparkles and rattles, like a celestial dial being turned back, transporting the listener to a daybreak where everything feels possible yet nothing seems certain. Here lies the beating heart of Holter’s work; she luxuriates in mystery and oblivion, never allowing sound and language to fully solidify. More