ALBUM REVIEW: Tom Castro's 'Closer To The Bone' is an Old-School Blues Record
Tommy Castro could have been a successful soulman. He's got the grit of Little Milton or Bobby Blue Bland embedded in his vocals and has the extra attraction of being able to throw in his own guitar licks fit for an arena. But on his latest release, Closer
A Postcard from Joel Timmons
EDITOR’S NOTE: Welcome to No Depression’s new “Postcard From” series, where we ask artists for a dispatch from their daily lives on the road, in the studio, or anywhere in between. Our next installment comes from Joel Timmons, who just released his debut solo album 'Psychedelic Surf
THE READING ROOM: Charlie Peacock's Memoir 'Roots & Rhythm: A Life in Music' is Both Literary and Engaging
Many years ago, a friend of Charlie Peacock’s daughter Molly came to visit her. She noticed the records hanging on the wall and a few trophies displayed here and there and asked Molly, “Is you dad famous?” Molly replied, “No. Just well-known.” As a Grammy-Award winning producer who’s
ALBUM REVIEW: Sean Thompson's Weird Ears 'Head in the Sand' Makes Peace with Uncertainty
A “storm’s coming tonight,” warns Sean Thompson on the second track of his second Weird Ears LP. Engaging in a timeless country motif, he uses the weather phenomenon as a stand-in for personal dread, anxiety and grief: “The anticipation is making me sick”.
A deceptively-slick rocker, punctuated by electrifying
ALBUM REVIEW: Joel Timmons' Debut Solo Album, 'Psychedelic Surf Country' Offers a Musical Kaleidoscope of his World
By turns hauntingly-atmospheric and raucous, Joel Timmons’ debut solo album Psychedelic Surf Country lives up to its name, swerving from layers of head-tripping synthesizer symphonies to Dick Dale guitar boogies.
“Just a Man,” a story song that’s an ode to Timmons’ father opens with a cascade of synths and
ALBUM REVIEW: On 'You Can't Tell Me I'm Not What I Used To Be' Massy Ferguson Steps Up
If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it. There will always be a place for Americana bar bands, bands that faithfully serve up that magical combination of melancholy and dogged determinism that feels most at home in small basement venues. After twenty years, Massy Ferguson perfected their version of