An embarrassment of lo-fi folk riches.
Rock me Amadeus!
The new ‘classical.’
Hooks ‘n’ crannies.
Taking the straight and narrow.
No Unicorn is an Island.
One guitarist, one drummer, and a lot of distortion.
Beyond sublime.
Like tapas at the banquet of indie rock.
Scary good.
Indie rock’s most consistent adds another one to his streak.
A.k.a. “Hellafuse”
Former Pulp frontman builds some muscle.
A paler shade of Gomez.
Rock ‘n’ roll backwash.
Glaswegian delight.
Breathing new life into grindcore.
Rustic, acoustic, woodsy.
Pop music’s frosted mini wheats.
Angels with dirty projectors.
