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by Nick Neyland
He’s a master at finding the sweet spot where genres cross-pollinate and blur seamlessly into one another, and he makes it sound effortless, as if Brahms and the Bomb Squad were always destined to jam together. »
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by Nick Neyland
Listening to this album by Led Er Est, the synth-happy New York trio of Shawn NoEQ, Samuel Kklovenhoof and the disappointingly nam»
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by Nick Neyland
Scott Morgan is one of those rare musicians who fully grasps the notion that it’s as much about what you don’t play as what you do»
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by Nick Neyland
Take one part Boards of Canada, one part Ghost Box, one part Eighties film soundtrack, and stir. »
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by Nick Neyland
Like most of Cluster’s prior output, this is music made within a loose framework, without a discernible beginning or end in sight. »
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by Nick Neyland
It’s easy to over-romanticize music history, especially when hotly-contested embellishments blur into established facts with the passing of time, but on this album Bob Blank’s studio sounds like a constantly fascinating, ever-evolving, pulsating hive of eclectic musical creativity. »
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by Nick Neyland
Boca Negra is a slang term in Spanish, used to denote someone who is foul-mouthed or abusive. It’s also a type of cake. Somewhere »
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by Nick Neyland
She may be about to extract herself from the heat-warped dazzle pop of Good Evening, which is probably a good idea considering the amount of opaque imitators crushing hard on her heels, but for now Gonzalez has created one of the most understated and beautifully murky pop records of 2009.»
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by Nick Neyland
The members of Trans Am appear to motivate themselves in much the same way as the owner of a donkey might keep a carrot perma-dangling just out of reach. Except, in their case, they have a gigantic jar of Ritalin swinging on a string in front of them. »
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by Nick Neyland
There’s a strange kind of jubilation in hitting rock bottom. It’s a feeling the members of the Brooklyn-based Glass Ghost, Eliot K»
In Depth by Nick Neyland
The Shred Yr Face tour begins its third, folksiest incarnation to date this weekend, with all three participants playing instores at London's Puregroove on Sunday, prior to a medium extensive jaunt around the country. The bands, in case you've missed them, are Espers, The Cave Singers and the lesser known Woods, who DiS's New York man Nick Neyland caught up with recently.»
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by Nick Neyland
Jason Falkner manages to set up a sort of production halfway house, which raises everything out of the bedroom, but still burrows deep to the tender core at the heart of Daniel’s songs. »
In Depth by Nick Neyland
Read our coverage of Day 4 and 5 of CMJ festival.»
In Depth by Nick Neyland
Our eyes are held open by matches and our ears have taken a hell of a pounding, but DiS has survived the annual five-day multi-venue reign of terror that is the CMJ Music Marathon 2009. This 29th incarnation of the festival was marked by the usual hype and rumors, and DiS fought off torrential rain, huge queues, and a brush with the NYPD to bring you this report. »
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by Nick Neyland
Anyone who has a natural compulsion to run to the hills when the words 'nu jazz' are uttered may want to flee with some haste at t»
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by Nick Neyland
That’s the Kurt Vile of Childish Prodigy: a man without a singular aesthetic to call home, and no doubt perfectly happy to continue that way. »
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by Nick Neyland
This is more than a perfunctory solo outing; Malone has things to get off his chest, requiring a new outlet to vent through.»
In Depth by Nick Neyland
It’s perpetually 1972 at Kutsher’s Country Club, the utterly perfect location for the New York incarnation of ATP. The event may attract several generations of indie rock fan, but for the people who run the resort this is no different to a local wedding o»
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by Nick Neyland
There’s something to be said for Euros Childs’ bloody-minded determination to foist his music on the world. To the casual listener»
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by Nick Neyland
The annals of power pop make for intimidating reading to anyone who fancies chancing their arm at some candy-flossed vocal harmoni»
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by Nick Neyland
Tom Jenkinson’s process of disentangling himself from the world takes another step forward on Solo Electric Bass 1, his latest out»
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by Nick Neyland
There are two Clint Mansells. The first Clint is a gurning idiot who spearheaded the odious grebo movement as part of Pop Will Eat Itself. Clint #2 wears suits and rubs shoulders with the Hollywood elite. »
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by Nick Neyland
The ‘round robin’ format is gaining real traction in the United States. The set up is simple: take three (or more) bands, squeeze »
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by Nick Neyland
Vincenzo Natali’s 2003 film Nothing takes its two central figures, Andrew and Dave, and positions them in a characterless white vo»
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by Nick Neyland
TMOT's first album, Bang Bang Boom Cake, was full of guest appearances and garnered a heap of critical praise. Skeletons is the first time Tiny Masters have really stretched out on their own and, curiously, they sound a lot better without all the celebrity involvement of their previous record.»
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by Nick Neyland
The last time Dirty Projectors played a big outdoor show in New York was in downtown Manhattan last summer. A huge lightning storm»
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by Nick Neyland
The four men who make up Women know a thing or two about confined spaces. This debut album by the band, which clocks in at just 30 minutes, is so densely packed with sound that it feels like their songs are pushing down hard on your skull.»