TheMightyTaraxippus
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sign inTVOTR head is blissfully old, anxiously new, and relishing the dance party in between. The OST for your gala at the edge of... show more
5th wave emo wunderkinds trade in angst/angular haircuts for depth/synths. They’re in the business of dancing.
If Nick Cave was born in The U.P. and had a series of low-grade fevers in childhood. And then he somehow married The... show more
A career apex for the quirky Swedes. Blistering hooks, whip-sharp nihilism, Jerky Boys charm, and more grit than a mile of sandpaper. Step... show more
Detroit’s greatest rock ‘n’ roll contribution since Iggy are doomsayers, proto-prophets, and tubular schlubs all rolled into one. Drop the needle and you’ll... show more
OK, he’s not Tim Armstrong. But you can’t fake that tattooed soul and big-hearted grit.
Neil Diamond is the soul language of every boy who sucked at flag football and later went to Wesleyan. Fine, it could’ve been... show more
This album plays on the indie rock version of “American Bandstand” that airs in my skull. You’re so sharp and dreamy, Bob Mould.
Oh, is this what everyone else hears with The Killers?
Brainy David Byrne leaves Brooklyn for Nashville, finding love, some twang, and his true lyrical chops. Hey, folks, it’s just a little post-country.