Bursting immediately into the explosive first track “And the Hazy Sea” off their debut album Why There Are Mountains, Cymbals Eat Guitars rocked an entranced Santos Party House last night. The members are talented, tight players that are quite visibly skilled at their instruments and bring what might be called an indie rock sound along [...]

Arriving from the UK, from where it’s apparently a bitch to ship a cello, wise-beyond-her-years musician Laura Marling enraptured a packed house of believers. Tiny and girlish, but with a voice that’s not only lovely but alarmingly wise, Marling did not veer far from the shape of her songs in the live setting, though they [...]

Ears ringing. Knees aching. Body confused. I’ve been thoroughly rocked. Here are my pictures from the last day of CMJ 2007. It was cool to check out the new Music Hall of Williamsburg (though I think they should have kept the name North Six – it’s just better in so many ways). The place was [...]

Hey Kids, Still alive, somehow, after staying late at shows all week and still holding down the ‘ol 9-5. Friday at Union Pool was a real kicker, what with it being the start of the weekend and all. The crowd let loose (got drunk), and I was right along there with them. I had to [...]

Speck Mountain, they sure have the mellow thing down, The singer stood out, in her voice I could drown. She also showed skills of the whistling kind. Their soulful songs were the ones that really shined. Le Loup was just awesome, a large band they be, With a whole three guitarists they’re something to see. [...]

Behold Golden City whose members are nice, Some fine guitar players with picking precise. The vocals were strong and quite passion-containing, Plus the drummer sang too, that’s always entertaining. This guy was especially awesome: Monomen next, they’re not from ‘round these parts, These guys hold the 80’s so near to their hearts. The singer looked twelve [...]

Bon Iver blew minds with his angelic charm, Those expecting a bore did have cause for alarm. A witty young man with a copper guitar, I’d not leave even to get a drink from the bar. The Shaky Hands they did indeed flail about, Bringing each of us our inner hippies right out. They exuded [...]