Kyle Morton circa the solemn 1930s (B&W). Photo (c) Jeremy Paul Hernandez. Rough Trade NYC, New York, NY. Fri. 1-20-17, Doors 8p, Show 9p. $15.Cafe 393, Boston, MA. Sat. 01-21-17, Doors 7:30p, Show 8p. SOLD OUT. In case you were unaware, we are obsessed with Typhoon. You might want to read our review of their debut full-length White Lighter from 2013 – one of two 5 / 5’s on this little blog (the other belonging to Deer Tick). It’s a brilliant album, we can safely say. So when we saw Kyle Morton’s solo tour, the same Mr. Morton who is primary songwriter and singer forRead More →

We’d been keeping on top of Unknown Mortal Orchestra since their sophomore full-length, cleverly titled “II.” We were initially on the fence as to whether we wanted to catch the Portland, Oregonian foursome – mostly because we’d just come off the Newport Folk Festival the previous weekend. But we admit: we had a good time of it at Fete in Providence. Yes indeedy. So, obviously the UMO played some cuts off their latest jam, Multi-Love. No surprise there. But what we enjoyed about this performance were two things: how adaptable their songs were. Yes, as enjoyable as listening to Multi-Love is (and it’s certainly enjoyable), weRead More →

As with most good things, the vast majority of good things, it started with a violin. The last time we’d caught Andrew Bird was ages ago, at a Newport Folk Festival. So yes, it’s been a while. While our memory of him had somewhat diminished, distorted, become part and parcel of some of our “musician stories” – musician anecdote #134, specifically – those initial memories of Mr. Bird had been fairly fond. “Fairly fond,” you say? Initially. But we were wrong. Horribly wrong. Because, as with almost all good things, it started with a violin. Andrew Bird is a musician more talented than we’d initiallyRead More →

(L to R, c Julia Markowitz: Tim Kim, Tim Wilson, Pete Wilson, Ryan Carbary) They’re not just blindly and uplifting, nor depressing and goth, and sport a mean maraca. Leading with “I Was Born to Love Her” off their latest EP, Fathers Be Kind, acoustic quartet Ivan and Alyosha settled into the somewhat compact stage at Great Scott in Allston. Intimate, though tight, the venue proved ideal for harmonies, handclapping, and hushed melodies; also ideal for trying out a handful of new songs on the crowd. While we don’t have a recording – and you’re certainly going to have to wait until their debut LPRead More →

One of our favorite (relative) unknowns, Austin, Texans White Denim took the part of first opener to Manchester Orchestra. The rock quartet – that’s how you know they’re tough to describe, basically ‘rock’ must suffice – pounded out a graceful act, starting in on “Street of Joy,” with vocalist James Petralli pulling from the mic, filling the air with the color in his voice. (Check out that awesome blur effect in the pic c/o Matt Lacorazza; L to R – Austin Jenkins, Josh Block, Steve Terebecki, James Petralli) The foursome cut a clean, gorgeous performance on this one, and drummer Josh Block enjoyed the heckRead More →

A long-haired brunette came on stage, dressed in a black, short-sleeved shirt, black tights. The stage lights accented her high cheekbones, cut softly, feminine yet harsh. A crowd of St. Vincent fans, ranging in their early 20s to 30s, seemed intent on the headliner, whose distinctive angular songcraft and wild rockstar attitude would  woo the crowd already desperate for her. But Le Bon, a relative unknown to the Boston crowd (already they were chatting, perhaps wondering who this woman was; when was Annie Clark’s act to come on?) strummed the first few notes on her wood-grained electric guitar, strange, out-of-place notes except for their distinctRead More →

As you may have recalled last year, we’d reviewed the Newport Folk Fest on Saturday. Well, this year, things are a bit different (it’s still just a Saturday). We’ll show you what we mean: Taken by the lovely and talented Allie Runnion (www. allierunnion .com), we’re now able to provide you with concert photographs. As some of you may know, this particular artist is the lush and political-minded Nneka (percussionist Gary Sullivan, bassist Emmanuel Pokossi), who opened on the main stage with her Marley-tinged “Your Request.” Note that she’s wearing a sweatshirt over that dress; it really was a bit cool to start. We wereRead More →

Zeus hurls lightning bolts thundering through a crowd of various ages. Floorboards rumbled, viscera shook and teeth chattered with each thunderous note. This, the Holy Suns noted, is what a bass should sound like. Unfortunately for the audience, it was a less than pleasant experience.As the opener for Providence-based Americana band Deer Tick at Lupo’s Heartbreak Hotel in Providence, Holy Suns did everything a good opener band is supposed to do: make you wait for the headliner. Dolorean, who performed next, was untouched by the need to crank the low end of their speakers, and their Jeff Tweedy vibe and balance contributed to a gorgeousRead More →