Album review: The Arcade Fire’s The Suburbs
Here’s a review of a semi-local band that no one’s ever heard of. Maybe this will be their big break.
Here’s a review of a semi-local band that no one’s ever heard of. Maybe this will be their big break.
Despite some misgivings, Annie ultimately finds herself enjoying the singer-songwriter’s new album.
Former local rocker Jesse W. Johnson takes a break from his band Jet W. Lee to release an album of subtler fare.
After considering the cliched history of Americana classic (and Bacon-lover favorite) Footloose, Val evaluates CUTC’s production accordingly.
Val recalls his experience at Karen Vaccaro’s And I Remember.
Elsinore’s new album is tremendously exciting, meticulous and very impressive.
Daniel breaks down The Station’s short running but risque rendition of Tony Award winning The Little Dog Laughed
The local author (and Smile Politely contributor) offers his impressionistic take on post-apocalyptic fiction in his new novel.
Ben’s favorite moments from the festival, plus meditations on porta-johns, children and Hipster Runoff
Tracy may be a huge fan of this guy, but every word written here is true. You can trust her.