Review: Cardiacs – LSD
You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Perhaps.
You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Perhaps.
Dog goes “woof”, cat goes “meow”, bird goes “tweet” and mouse goes “squeak”
You can check out any time you like (as long as it’s 15/8), but you can never leave.
The independently-verified, non-ideological jazz hour is upon us.
Ishmael interviews Cody McCorry of We Used to Cut the Grass about their new LP, touring with trash instruments, and his favorite fruit.
When you shout into the void, the void shouts back into you. Or something.
All the Flower Kings horses and all the Flower Kings men couldn’t put prog together again.
Brooklyn-based band bound back with perfectly-produced progressive pop.
Foxy Shazam have been pushing out turds for a while now. At least they’re finally admitting it.
It’s not white noise, but it might put you to sleep just as well.