Luther Allison died four days after playing the concert that is Songs From The Road. I guess he's gone a little Tupac since then, since this is his fifth or sixth release since his death in 1997, but it could easily be called the most appreciated posthumous album release in music history.
I was sitting on my porch when I turned on Reactive, the debut album from Mitch Burger. And from the first note of the first song, I continuously looked around me, hoping none of my neighbors could see (or hear, I guess), me listening to what might be the only embarrassing album I've ever listened to in public. I'd rather be caught singing along to Mika.
At some point while listening to the Steve Palmer's Band's debut album, Apparition, you'll think you're listening to all the classics – Skynyrd, Springsteen, Dylan, and Tom Petty will all come to mind, if not more.
I'm not entirely sure why Brian Lindsay's sophomore album is supposed to be the epitome of Americana but has the Spanish name Esperanza. Lindsay isn't the first artist to name an album this, but most of the others who have had at least a touch of Spanish in their heritage and music.
I always feel kind of squirmy when a label announces that they're going to release a greatest hits album. I can't help but imagine the artist standing behind a business man at a press conference, rolling their eyes and sighing. It always feels like a shove out the door (Hilary Duff?) or a quick way to make money for an artist that's not as successful as the label hoped (Hilary Duff's second greatest hits album?).
Bill Wren calls himself a songbird from Texas – and that's exactly what he is. It's not clear if his name is just that ironic, or if he changed it somewhere down the line, but for novelty's sake, let's assume it's the irony.