When looking at the new Ben Folds album, it is easy to dismiss it in its entirety, since it is really just a recycled production of old material. It would seem at first to be a marketing ploy to capitalize on his music without wasting any time actually making the music.
When you hear the beginning of The Who's new album, you'll be forgiven if you laugh out loud. The first 40 seconds of the record's first track sound like a mildly inventive recreation of the intro to "Baba O'Riley," the song that opened the classic 1971 album "Who's Next." And when the drums kick in, they sound like a tamer version of the heart-stopping drum fill that capped "Baba"'s intro.
There are many reasons to be afraid of My Chemical Romance: they're pale, they wear black, they love blood, they're from New Jersey. But rock fans across the nation now warmly embrace them as the up-from-the-underground sensation that took the world by surprise with its smash 2004 release "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge."
No strangers to experimental rock, Boston-based Isis once again delivers a release that nestles comfortably and sequentially into its already-extensive discography. "In The Absence of Truth," Isis's third LP for Ipecac and 15th release since 1998, continues to push the limits of experimental/instrumental music. Fusing elements of prog-rock, metal and ambient by creating a record that stays true to the band's signature sound, "Truth" also vibrantly underscores Isis's progression.
If you killed a Great White Shark and used your bare hands to take out its teeth, then devised a way to put those teeth - along with a substantial amount of razor blades - into a mine or explosive of some kind and set the mine or explosive off at a Green Day show, you would rival the volatility, ingenuity and utter disregard for contemporary punk/emo/whatever conventions that characterize the work of Seattle's The Blood Brothers.
The great thing about the indie music world is that it is actually possible for three 15-year-olds playing in a garage for their grandma to be considered an actual band.
The Tufts gallery is not known for housing particularly famous artworks, and it is a place on campus to which many people will probably never venture. Cristi Rinklin's installation, "Nuvolomondo," however, is well worth the trip to the Remis Sculpture Court.
Back in middle school, Diddy was pretty inescapable, with the grating Biggie tribute "I'll Be Missing You" playing incessantly on the bus and on headphones during study period and lunch; it wouldn't be surprising if you had heard of some junior high, in macabre misunderstanding, using it for its class song at graduation instead of that one by Green Day.
On Oct. 17, 2006, British grime MC Lady Sovereign made history when her video for "Love Me or Hate Me" reached No. 1 on MTV's Total Request Live (TRL). Whether or not hitting No. 1 on TRL is any indication of musical talent or virtuosity, one has to applaud Sov for good timing. With just one week left before the release of her first full-length, "Public Warning," on Def Jam Records, there couldn't have been a better time for her to become the first British artist to top MTV's chart.
Supposedly, Pit Er Pat named their album "Pyramids" for the reappearing pyramid
Under Cover:Artists' SketchbooksAt the Fogg through Oct. 22Harvard University Art Museums32 Quincy Street, Cambridge617-495-9400 A sketchbook can provide an intimate view into the mind of an artist, giving insight into how they prepare their artwork through a different medium. The Fogg's exhibit "Under Cover: Artists' Sketchbooks", on view in the Strauss gallery through Oct. 22, contains pieces from a diverse group of artists, from 18th century Rococo icon Jean-Honor?© Fragonard to contemporary artists like as Henry Moore and Boston's own Jonathan Borofsky.
When people think of modern art, they think of the extremes: abstract paintings and minimalism with little to relate to, save colors and shapes. The Fogg Museum of Harvard University seeks to change that impression with their show, "Nominally Figured: Recent Acquisitions in Contemporary Art."
Right now at the Museum of Fine Arts, no guard will stop you from stepping too close to the artwork. In fact, it's better to bring a magnifying glass, to stand so close you are cross-eyed, dizzied from the intricate detail of "Domains of Wonder: Masterworks of Indian Painting."
Even before listening to it, "The Crane Wife" by The Decemberists is an interesting release. Not only is it the much-anticipated follow-up to 2004's critically and commercially revered "Picaresque," it is also the eccentric Portland quintet's first release on a major label (Capitol Records).
In attempting to be a good critic, many of us journalists try to follow the advice of Lester Bangs in 2000's "Almost Famous" and try to be "honest and unmerciful." However, every once in a while, an album comes along that you just want to give so many stars to that the whole world will listen. The new Roots album, "Game Theory," is a prime example.
These days, it's hard to find anyone who just downright hates John Mayer. He is popular enough to be on "Chappelle's Show" and skilled enough to jam with the legendary likes of Buddy Guy, B.B King, Eric Clapton, and Herbie Hancock. Let's face it: the ladies just love to see those faces he makes while playing guitar.
Monday morning: Hair dryers whir, clock radios blare, breakfast pastries are unwrapped and somewhere, someone, hairbrush in hand, is dancing in his underwear in front of a mirror to The Rapture.
Among the museum-going college students, there are those who will become artists and those who will be art historians, but some are so appreciative, so enthralled with the art they see, that they eventually decide to forge their own personal museum to become collectors, surrounding themselves with the art they love.
When I say, "independent rock from Chicago," you think of Wilco, Bound Stems or perhaps even the Smashing Pumpkins - current faces of indie and a genre pioneer, respectively - as bands who procured and continue to shape the current face of the Chicago rock scene. Chicago-bred five-piece Chin Up Chin Up fits right into the distinctive Midwestern niche with a sound directly reflecting the forefront of independent Chicago music.
Bruce Springsteen said that hearing the opening snare shot of "Like a Rolling Stone" was like the door to his mind being kicked open.
