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Annabelle Chairlegs - "Waking Up" | Album Review

Annabelle Chairlegs - "Waking Up" | Album Review

Austin-based band Annabelle Chairlegs arrives with their third full-length studio album, and it may well be their most assured yet. Waking Up is a record where emotional depth meets the distinctive vocals of Lindsey Mackin and the production instincts of Ty Segall — the result being a well-balanced, full-course serving of good old garage rock.

DJ Dremond - "Detroit Institute of Art Volume 1" | Album Review

DJ Dremond - "Detroit Institute of Art Volume 1" | Album Review

On Detroit Institute of Art Volume 1, DJ Dremond and his collaborators deliver their stories with sincerity, crafting an audible depiction of community and revival. The record reminds listeners that Detroit’s revival isn’t the result of new zoning projects or job growth, but lives most vividly in the art created by those who never left.

Tomeka Reid - "Dance! Skip! Hop!” | Album Review

Tomeka Reid - "Dance! Skip! Hop!” | Album Review

Cellist Tomeka Reid is an irreplaceable staples in the modern free jazz landscape, and her most recent outing, continues Reid’s ascension in fine style. Beneath the dance! skip! hop!’s playfully accessible swinging frame beats is the heart of an avant-gardist at the peak of her powers. 

Bungee Jumpers - "Not Today..." | Album Review

Bungee Jumpers - "Not Today..." | Album Review

On Bungee Jumpers’ Not Today… it feels like we’re with them in the “studio,” watching every hacky joke penned, semi-sentimental moment built up, and hackneyed idea embraced with gusto. It’s a gimmick and it’s so not, and they ride the line perfectly across Not Today… to comment, critique, engage, and generally titillate listeners. 

Shintaro Sakamoto - "Yoo-Hoo" | Album Review

Shintaro Sakamoto - "Yoo-Hoo" | Album Review

Yoo-Hoo is an album that masquerades as being the opposite of urgent. Hiding behind languid dips into bluesy surf chill and folky flute, it is in fact incredibly timely and temporal. On a 0° day in the heart of a frigid Chicago winter, some tropical, existential lucidity is exactly what is needed.