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Funny how there's so much piano + voice music out there occupying such a narrow spectrum of what those instruments can do. Which makes...

The title pretty much nails it. I usually associate Morricone soundtracks with the visceral, near-terror body sensations that their accomp...

You know you've entered proper vacation mode when the days lose their meaning, and it's all just time that you pick up and play wi...

Some say you should never trust a man who whistles. That goes double if that man is a mysterious drifter with a dubious name and an abilit...

Well, what's not to like about an ace modern music ensemble supercharged with spitfire percussion in a giddy cross-cultural musical me...

Here's a curiosity. Windham Hill Records (& Tapes) took a detour from their usual New Age pastoralia and veered into Japanese ...

You'd think all songs would aspire to conjure up the sunset exit in a listener's mind. Who doesn't want the last word? Or be l...

Curious song title. I usually think of mirrors as clear things. And I picture a planet of them reflecting reality perfectly into infinity....

You can always count on the Go-Betweens to deliver graceful pop moments that make you feel both adolescent-longing and adult-civilized at...

is a sugary pop song. As long as the hooks are juicy, I'm happy to enjoy English as a very distant second language. I love that these ...

A good pop song says very little about its origins. Who knows whether the band spent years and albums studiously crafting their technique ...

Psychedelically-inclined weirdo home recordists with exemplary pop genes setting a humble course through nicely-hummable proggish realms o...

From an oblique reference to Screamin' Jay, I can't help but put the man front and center. Right where he belongs. Sending my mind...

There you are living your adult life with adult concerns at the bus stop on a frigid morning when Nina Hagen careens across your headphon...

Some people think The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway was the apotheosis of early Genesis, while others point to its convoluted concept and l...

I wouldn't have thought that Patrick Cowley's Hi-NRG stylings would pair well with the daily trudge through snowdrifts and the eer...

I'm sure you're wondering what a early-'80s California New Age supergroup might have to say for themselves. Turns out it's...

My dreams lately seem like things out of other people's heads. Incoherent mystery plots in rural houses. Death of minor characters fro...

Been feeling a curious muscular lethargy in the evenings of late. I doubt there's anything medical going on, but that doesn't stop...

Yellow Magic Orchestra is one of those bands I've liked more in theory than in fact. Combining Kraftwerky roboticism and a playful ri...

Funny how different ears hear music differently. Top shelf hard bop trumpeter Freddie Hubbard jumps out of the jazz crates into mid-'6...

OK, just one more from the extended Can family. All-star dream team bands are usually a dicey proposition. Just ask many a prog rock outfi...

Now this is why I've always been a bad completist. No completist at all, really. Obsessed as I have sometimes been with Can, I've ...

Ahh, reminded again of how the Can men are such masters of sounds to get oneself into some far innerspaces. In this case, light tremolo r...

The first workweek of the year presented a not-so-easy return to reality. Life is easier when you can carve out a little domestic cocoon a...