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| Bomb Garden | by LUKE BAUMGARTEN
Face What Music?
I was going to let the sprinklers-in-clubs issue lie for a while, but a profoundly uncritical editorial by the Spokesman-Review last week begs a response. The headline read, "Face the Music." The subhead: "Clubs need to install sprinklers, as lifesaver." Full Story
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| CD Reviews | Moby
Last Night
2 STARS
No, Moby is not his DJ name — his parents gave him the nickname in honor of their long-lost relative Herman Melville, author of Moby Dick, one of the most wildly inventive novels ever. You could see those clever genes in action on Richard Melville Hall's 1999 CD, Play. I loved that record, along with the follow-up, 18. The songs are both retro (with voice samples from old R&B tracks) and modern (tons of synthesizers). Full Story
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| Local Venues | Want To List Your Hotspot In Our Music Section? Give Us Your Information By Thursday And We'll Get You In By The Following Week! Simple. Just Send: Your Business Name, Address, Phone Number And Web Site / E-Mail (If Applicable) To Luke Baumgarten. Fax: 444-4772; E-Mail: Luke@Inlander.Com Full Story
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| Steady Your Rifles High | by LUKE BAUMGARTEN
It's fitting that Band of Annuals will be featured in the May/June issue of No Depression, the final print edition of the august but foundering journal of alt country music. An absolutely brilliant six-piece that gets little press even in its hometown of Salt Lake City, Band of Annuals represents the falling fortunes of a genre that once commanded entire magazines of coverage but is now most often mentioned in online tabloid stories that begin with "Ryan Adams started a bar fight last night...." It deserves better than it gets. Full Story
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| Summer Mix Vol. 1 | by LUKE BAUMGARTEN
Named well after the historic moment had passed — and thus subject to some pop revisionism — Yacht Rock is less a musical genre than a feeling. A smooth, sexy feeling. A feeling like: "Hot damn, I should grab my girl, throw a party aboard some sort of sea-going vessel, then end the evening with sweet love-making to the sound of pounding surf and/or Michael McDonald." Full Story
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