Music

From the Democratic Republic of Congo — where, in the words of Spin writer Eric Pape, a “culture of corruption, moral decay, and negligible resources has created a music scene that can best be described as Darwinian . . . an absurd world where even the biggest pop stars feel compelled…

Recognized for producing of some of the greatest records of the punk era (Elvis Costello, The Damned, the Pretenders), Nick Lowe left the most indelible mark on his own records. Witness Yep-Roc’s recent 30-year anniversary edition of Pure Pop for Now People. In 1978, dressing up like the Riddler was…

The band’s name is crass, and song titles like “Myke Ptyson” and “Iaadeedaa” hardly help bolster any early confidence in liking them, but Starfucker’s self-titled debut is a smart, multi-layered gem of indie-pop splendor. The album’s opener, “Florida,” establishes the band’s simple yet delightfully complex sound with its dreamy guitar…

Like their Elephant 6 brethren, of Montreal has always walked the line between the accessible and the avant-garde. Usually, Kevin Barnes and Co. have fallen neatly on the pop side, making music that would work in, say, an Outback Steakhouse commercial — after being stripped of its references to Greek…

It’s not easy to follow in the footsteps of a frontman who had a four-octave vocal range and a tendency to wear glittery capes on stage. Listening to Cosmos Rock, it’s clear that former Free/Bad Company singer Paul Rodgers isn’t up to the task. To his credit, though, Rodgers didn’t…

Cat Power kicks off her new CD, Jukebox, with a remake of John Kander & Fred Ebb’s standard “Theme from New York, New York,” but given the track’s sultry, Stax-y R&B makeover and coolly rumbling keyboards, perhaps she should call her version “Memphis, Memphis.” She recorded her previous album, 2006’s…

There was a time when a new Randy Travis album was cause for celebration in country music circles, with radio programmers tripping over themselves to add Travis’ brand of neo-honky-tonk to their late-80s and early-’90s playlists. The basso profundo former juvenile delinquent could render a tear-and-beer-stained ballad better than anybody…

For a Phoenix band, Smokescreen sound pretty British. Not, like, Blur British, but British enough. It’s not the vocals – singer Gus Holwerda doesn’t sound like Liam Gallagher or anything – but the band’s musical vocabulary definitely owes a debt to the lads across the pond.

By Lilia Menconi Woah. Slideshow. Planning our nights out isn’t always a smooth ride. Especially when we start boozing. So, in a slightly inebriated state, we weren’t as Johnny-on-the-spot when it came to our original plan, Friday’s Dear and the Headlights CD-release party. Being the party animals we are, we…