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The National are a group with no pressure to change. Matt Berninger’s deeply somber baritone seems right at home over the band’s current arsenal of guitar-driven murmurs and narrative deadpans about societal disappointment and lost loves, and they have churned out quality albums like clockwork since their 2001 self-titled debut. Their sixth, Trouble Will Find

We started the morning ready to give you a traditional review of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Trey Anastasio and Stevie Wonder, but the course of the days events made that impossible. Instead of giving you half baked coverage, I thought we’d take a different approach instead, giving you a day in the life of a

I’m sitting here on a lawn chair in the sand, watching the waves crash against the sand, as Jim James’ psychedelic musings drifted over from the Hangout Stage. Now that’s the way to see a concert. Today we come to you from sunny Gulf Shores, Alabama. It is the site of the 2013 Hangout Festival

Archive.org is a treasure for fans of bootlegged music shows. Their live music archive is one of the most underrated sources for music on the web, featuring free sets of artists ranging from John Mayer to Hank Williams. And then of course there’s one of the greatest live bands ever: The Grateful Dead. Bootlegs are

With Volume 3, the duo of Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward return with fourteen more sugary-sweet folk-pop confections. She & Him’s third volume continues to flaunt their authentic replication of sun-drenched ‘60s easy-listening. Deschanel has earned plenty of criticism for her quirky acting portrayals, which some find tiresome and repetitive, but it’s hard to deny

On their third album, Vampire Weekend continue to progress from the collegiate prep-friendly Afro-pop revivalism of their 2008 eponymous debut into something more expansive. The Paul Simon influence is still there, but gone is the constant comparing to specific tracks of the Graceland ilk. This is no longer a band whose success is contingent on

It seems like almost yesterday that I went to my first rock concert. It was actually 1997. The Smashing Pumpkins were touring on their smash double album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. They stopped at Atlanta’s old Omni Arena for a robust rock show. The cost was a whopping $29 for a lower level