Steven Ovadia

The funny thing about singer-songwriter Malcolm Holcombe calling an album Tricks of the Trade is that there's an implication that songwriting, Holcombe's trade, lends itself to subterfuge, that one can fool a good song into existence the same way a sketchy butcher might use their thumb

Siblings Donny and Marie Osmond may have grappled with their country-to-rock-and-roll balance, but the Brothers Osborne demonstrate greater comfort with their family's ratio on Skeletons, the duo’s third album of heavy, glam-laced country. The brothers, singer T.J. and guitarist John, come from Deale, Maryland, less than

Nashville-based singer/songwriter/guitarist/mandolinist Brennen Leigh reminds us that roots music is about stories, not ZIP codes, on Prairie Love Letter, her reflection on growing up along the border between Minnesota and North Dakota. Folk-oriented music like this can sound light and ethereal. Between the mandolins, the skipping rhythms,

The ripples of grunge are a funny thing. While as a standalone genre, it's pretty much extinct, some remnants have survived, weaving their way into other musical forms. And so the pleasant surprise of singer-songwriter Austin Meade's Waves is not just the clever lyrics, but also