Its shortcomings and general lack of conviction are tantamount to a 90-minute head-scratcher.
The lead single from TJ Mayes’ upcoming debut is so authentic it might as well come with a pack of cigarettes and jar of hair grease.
The world is in the midst of an electronic music renaissance, and you find most of this boon of producers laying claim to the club-friendly, bass-dropping variety.
Addictive hooks come about as easy as breathing for frontman Ryan Lindsey.
The six-song effort doesn’t sound so much like the cold piece of stone or treasured keepsake left behind as the fuzzy, ambiguous idea behind it.
Love, trust and Zion. After an asthma attack put him in a coma for nine days back in 2001, those were the words that kept popping up in the prayer book left beside the hospital bed of a then-11- year-old L.T.Z. It felt like a sign.
Chevy Woods bleeds black and yellow, cut from the Terrible Towel cloth with a mind like a steel trap. And the rapper can’t help but let his humble, blue- collar, hard-working hometown star in just about every song he writes.
The four-piece finds itself by shedding away any preconceived notion of what the band is or should be, engaging every whim and executing each one precisely.
A remake of the 1953 French film The Wages of Fear, the epic adventure concerns a handful of down-and-out men just desperate enough to agree to drive trucks full of liquid nitro through the South American jungle.
Don’t worry: The characters still drop a ton of F-bombs. Troubles begin when fresh high school graduate Jesse (newcomer Andrew Jacobs) notices odd goings-on in the unit below, occupied by a woman who fellow residents believe to be a witch. That would explain the nude rituals … and the murder of Jesse’s classmate. After poking…