Like every confused kid on the brink of adulthood, Beach Slang has its problems.
Fuzz permeates, but refuses to dominate, and tracks like “Cut from the Vine” find more of the clean, singular guitar melodies that largely defined their previous releases.
As the days get shorter and my time spent in the library gets longer, I hunt for new music to get me through the (recently chillier) September evenings. This is where Gabriel Garzón Montano comes in.
All it took was six seconds.
'The Divine Feminine' does just about everything to perpetuate Mac’s “I've Changed” narrative.
Following a brief period of namelessness, the four-piece post-punk outfit hailing from Calgary, Alberta have returned with a glossier, more accessible sound.
Even now that my music taste has expanded and varied quite a bit, whenever I go back to the Persian classics I remember my parents playing, I gain a certain sense of sweet nostalgia.
Apple Music and Spotify have a bunch of problems, but it’s easy to overlook them because only 10 years ago the music industry was hemorrhaging from an epidemic of illegal mp3 downloading.
Life is but a series of close calls, especially if you’re a rapper.
It was late night in June of 1937, and the young composer sat alone in his Moscow apartment, bent over his work.