Nick Cristiano

In “My Stomping Ground,” the driving, horn-stoked rocker that gives his new album its title, Dion is back in the Bronx, where as a youth he first fell in love with music, from doo-wop to the blues. He spies three boys singing on a corner, noting how one looks a

“Who will sing these working blues?” Ike Reilly asks at the start of his new album, Because the Angels. In a sense, this late-blooming Midwestern bard has been doing just that since his audacious 2001 debut, Salesmen and Racists, which introduced an explosively original voice pushing against the confines of