The God Box, by David Banner
I can’t find any reviews proper for this record but holy fire is it a show-stopper.
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Listen of the Week: Los Colognes
The Wave, by Los Colognes
The Nashville five-piece Los Colognes third studio album The Wave is a pristine work of bright indie/dream pop that brightens any speakers it flows through. It is an ear-catching, complete artistic work from a group that is clearly gaining in confidence.
https://glidemagazine.com/184492/los-colognes-make-pristine-guitar-travelogue-wave-album-review/
Listen of the Week: Mark Lanegan Band
Gargoyle, by Mark Lanegan Band
Bleak or bleakly funny, Lanegan is in the form of his career.
Listen of the Week: Little Dragon
Of course, Kendrick goes without saying. But, your other listen should be:
Season High, by Little Dragon
This is a bold album, and it’s often a funky one too. Prince’s spirit hangs heavy; Little Dragon knew what they were doing when they named one song “The Pop Life.” But even in the most Prince-damaged tracks, there’s enough restless experimentation going on that it never feels like imitation.
Listen of the Week: The New Pornographers
Whiteout Conditions, by The New Pornographers
As a whole, the new record expands Brill’s buzzy, synth-forward sound. The Pornos weave solid blocks of interwoven guitars, keyboards, vocals and rhythms. Add Newman’s impermeable, sometimes overstuffed, lyrics to the mix and this can be a dense listening experience – albeit one that remains attractive in its deployment of melody, pretty voices and pulsing percussion.
http://diffuser.fm/new-pornographers-whiteout-conditions-review
Listen of the Week: Body Count
Bloodlust, by Body Count
And while plenty of acts have chosen to speak out on such issues, few have come across as fearless as Body Count do here. Compared to their goofy, cartoonish return on Manslaughter, Bloodlust proves that there’s still plenty of substance within, the sort of heavy, mercilessly politicised material that Body Count do exceptionally well.
Listen of the Week: Mount Eerie
A Crow Looked at Me, by Mount Eerie
There is nothing this review can add to the experience of listening to A Crow Looked At Me. Sure, there’ll be an incongruous Lou Bega reference at around the 600-word mark for some light relief (it doesn’t really work) and a Nabokov quote in the penultimate paragraph to pretend I’m well-read (I’m not) but they’re hardly worth sticking around for. Scroll down to the bottom of the page and you won’t find any score attached. Even awarding this work the full ten-out-of-ten would feel too callous given the tragic circumstances of the record’s gestation and its heartbreaking subject matter.
Instead, you’d be strongly advised to stop reading this right now. Please, all I ask is that you just go away, sit down and listen to the music and the words contained on this LP with your complete and undivided attention.
