The Mixtape

For whatever reason, not that I’m complaining, listening to the Allah-Las always makes me want to light incense.

All hail the mighty kraken — it’s about time some brave band took up the Squid name for themselves.

Little Dragon guards a treasure hoard of beats and drama, but they are quite willing to share.

“New music from Sparklehorse” sounds like something from a fever dream, and it sounds like something from a fever dream.

The voice of your conscience is a very close match to the one you hear coming from Grandaddy.

When I hear the sounds of Islands, I am reminded of sparkling diamonds and shattered glass.

Andrew Bird always manages to fulfill that craving for pizzicato minimalism.

Music all about your special someone and / or a newborn human.

This Buck Meek character is difficult to pin down, simultaneously rural and urbane.

Something about Margaret Glaspy’s voice makes me want to hang out and listen to her laugh.