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Ass-kicking rock n’ roll from Spain’s Layabouts. Not sure why we reviewed this, but hey, why the hell not.

London, Paris, Condale, Munich. Everybody’s talking about Summer Camp‘s pop music. Well, not everybody. But they should.

Sizzling psyche-pop debut from San Francisco three-piece Wet Illustrated. A little Feelies, a little Sonic Youth.

It’s October. Why are we reviewing Christmas albums in October? Why She & Him? Why?

Wilco — “They’ve solidified themselves as the greatest American band playing today, possibly of all time”.

HTRK have always been a difficult band to love. Once you got used to their decaying minimalism and the anonymity that pervaded their artwork, you realised they weren’t a band seeking attention, merely like-minded souls to tumble down their rabbit hole. They weren’t looking for you, you were looking for them. They ply romance as being one of their tenets, but their music is neither romantic nor seductive. More confessions of bitterness and jealousy from a self-loathing voyeur unable to look away from what attracts them, or the last words of a dying emotion.

Work (Work, Work) is the sound of HTRK collecting themselves after tragedy and loss. A difficult time creates a difficult album.

Sweet jangle pop outta New Jersey and more than likely the only Real Estate we’ll ever purchase… (sad but true).

A couple of songs into Lydia Loveless’s evening set, and it’s difficult to tell where Lydia the singer ends and Lydia the person begins. It’s simply hard to imagine a woman like this, barely in her twenties, and standing a little over five foot tall in her boots, could be so worldly and explosive. And yet, there she is, muttering a string of f-bombs during a song break because she can’t get her guitar tuned quite right. The attitude, the weathered, sarcastic smile. The edge. That’s pretty damn tough to fake.

Blitzen Trapper brings to mind somebody hunting down reindeer. This has nothing to do with the music.