The similarity in vocalist Al Day and poet Marc Kelly Smith’s voices gives an illusion of hearing two competing strands of the same restless consciousness.
Knox is charting an emotional and aesthetic landscape across his recorded output. He’s playing a very long game, one that—with this new album—has begun to pay off.
“We’re fooling ourselves as much as we’re fooling the audience,” Rundgren says with a smile. “We’re self-hypnotizing that we’re in that town… Buffalo or Indianapolis or San Diego.”
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Lyn Vaus’ vocals, the rich layers of instrumentation and throwback sounds transport us to a groovy sixties cellar, with an off-kilter Jim Morrison (pre-leather trousers) at the mic.
The title of the band’s new studio album, “Confined to Infinite Space,” is an apt description of how it views the lockdown: as more opportunity than handicap.
Blue’s solo purview for the past three years has been synthetic electropop, danceable at its core, with lyrics that perfectly exhibit her sense of humor, sensuality and intelligence.
Behind Foxx’s control and high gloss there are snatches of the searing, ecstatic anarchy of the blues. The ironic twist is that she’s absolutely red hot in declaring herself stone cold.
In the early 2000s, if you could play, write or produce, you had a pretty good shot at doing something with the city and getting paid for it.