Angie Carlson

This story is about living a dream. It’s about how a small-town guy, who started as a rock ‘n’ roll superfan, became an industry player and now makes a living working with his childhood idols. Danny Griffin cut his teeth on his parents’ old 78s, following his passion for music into the new wave era. […]

Yeah, I realize this isn’t a brand-spankin’ new record, but The Gasoline Age is such a perfectly realized concept record in its own dreamily evocative way that I just had to spout about it. On his fourth full-length offering, ERP’s sole member, New Yorker-turned Jersey-ite F. M. Cornog, beds down with his urban muse and […]

Possibly the most hyped Brit band since Oasis, Gay Dad is the brainchild of former Brit rock writer Cliff Jones (The Face, Mojo). Jones set out to commandeer a pop outfit that would outdazzle all the “charisma vacuums” he’d been interviewing. Realizing that style and hype are everything, he started bandying around the idea of […]

Another sleeper from the past century, 1999’s something about airplanes is the debut of Death Cab for Cutie, from Bellingham, Wash. Full of moody, overcast Northwestern pop in the vein of Built to Spill, this debut album (recorded on analog 8-track) highlights songwriter-vocalist Ben Gibbard’s bleak lyric-scapes, augmented by the occasional cello and odd keyboard […]