The Red Alert

 

The Red Alert

 

Interview

Henry Clay People

Joey Siara

Henry Clay People are an Everyman sort of rock band - or at least an Everyindieman sort of rock band, bashing out songs grown up from garage origins, singing of go-nowhere jobs and go-everywhere nights, and managing to toe the precarious line between twenty-something ennui and twenty-something euphoria. They bring to mind other "people's champion" type bands: The Thermals, Ted Leo, a dash of The Hold Steady. Their latest album, Somewhere on the Golden Coast, is barroom rock for complicated people seeking simpler times. These are fist-pumping anthems for people who still have library cards and actually know how to properly tap a keg ... More

Henry Clay People

 

Feature

MP3 Downloads

Back in the days when I would lose myself in the aisles of record stores for as much time as companions/drivers would allow, I always found enjoyment (well, sometimes found intense buyer's remorse) in taking flyers on albums based on how they called out to me, without knowing anything about the music contained therein. It's a stone cold lock I would have migrated toward an album called From the Cradle to the Rave by someone/something called Shit Robot. And I would have been in for a treat. Produced by James Murphy and featuring ace collaborators like Juan Maclean and Hot Chip's Alexis Taylor (who takes the lead vocal on "Losing My Patience," an album standout),From the Cradle - and its lead single, "I Found Love" - make good on man-behind-the-robot Marcus Lambkin's goal: "make retarded dance music for people to get drunk and dance to."... More

Shit Robot by Sean Dack

 

 

Album Review

Clubfeet

Gold on Gold

Clubfeet - Gold on Gold

Catwalks, promiscuous after-parties, blow binges and heartbreak--that's what Clubfeet's debut album, Gold on Gold, brings to mind. Everything about this Australian band, from their album cover (an airplane landing around a beach resort) to their do-it-yourself-meets-avant-garde videos, points in the same direction: indie dance with trash couture sensibilities. And yes, I'm talking about music here. Well, for the most part... More

 

Album Review

Ratatat

LP4

Ratatat - LP4

To sing the praises of LP4 in a word would be devastatingly futile. The words for this record are four in number and end with exclamation points and ellipses and wingdings and the words run off the page and hitchhike to a secret camp in the hills and take peyote in the nude. Eff me, this record is sickness personified... More