For a while, it looked like the world was never going to hear a sixth Deftones album. After the release of 2006′s Saturday Night Wrist, the band had planned a follow up, Eros, to be released in 2009.
Serena Ryder sings with conviction; she’s sexy but she also sounds like she could kick your ass. The Canadian, Juno Award-winning singer-songwriter played the intimate City Winery on February 25 to audience cheers and turned the place into a sing-a-long that fans appreciated by the show’s end.
Stadium-sized “Posner” chants took over the Blender Theatre at Gramercy while a waft of marijuana emanated its way throughout. Posner emerged sharply dressed in a blue and red leather jacket, kicks and a black button-down, cupping his right ear to the crowd on that side of the stage, then making his way to the other side with his left.
For fans of the addictively-catchy indie-pop sounds of The Shins, the news that broke this January – that lead guitarist vocalist James Mercer would be taking a break from the band until at least 2011 – was discouraging, to say the least.
If everything was right in the world, PGA Tour Commissioner Tim Finchem’s life would feel a lot like a Kit-Kat commercial right about now. Why? Because after his comments in response to Tiger Woods’ press conference Friday, everyone should have just one request for Finchem – give me a break.
By many people’s standards, naming your band Zeus is a somewhat pretentious move. While shows of extravagance aren’t exactly unheard of in the world of entertainment, coming out and implying that your musical skill is Olympic in nature could definitely rub some listeners and critics the wrong way. Given the name, then, it’s surprising just how unpretentious and understated Zeus sounds on their debut full-length, Say Us. The album is refreshingly absent of self-aggrandizing statements and pomp; Say Us instead delivers subtle bolts of lightning in the form of catchy, creative sounds that are often gritty but never a grind to get through.
At a time when the music scene is dominated by the likes of the Jonas Brothers and Auto-tune is everywhere you turn, intensity and talent seem to be lacking. So where do you turn when you’re sick of poppy love ballads and over-produced, unemotional radio-friendly “anthems”? Look no further than August Burns Red.
Yelle may be young and pretty but she is also a very explosive character entering a slightly rigid French pop scene.