Royal Thunder's "Time Machine" wields power from nuance. In just two albums, the Atlanta band has become a modern master of hard-rock restraint — no small feat given its affinity for psychedelic wandering and songs that typically wouldn't fit one side of a 7" single. Which is saying nothing of Mlny Parsonz's belting voice.
During his debut performance on Morning Becomes Eclectic, Dan Deacon saved something special for the KCRW audience. The mad genius from Baltimore premiered "When I Was Done Dying," a standout from his new album Gliss Riffer. Deacon's new album features some of his most accessible and appealing material yet, and his live performances remain one of a kind.
Los Angeles songwriter Trevor Beld Jimenez writes radio hits for a bygone era. He and his band of merrymakers record as Tall Tales & The Silver Lining, a seven-strong collective who channel that Laurel Canyon soft-rock vibe from mid-1970s.
Releasing music under multiple names is a standby in the world of electronic dance music, but nobody in the early 1990s made more of the tendency than Aphex Twin, born Richard D. James in Cornwall, England in 1971. In addition to his main moniker, James had perhaps the most perversely odd pseudonyms in a field heavy on dweebs, gearheads, sci-fi nuts and other language-as-alien-device types.
If you're attracted to the strange, then you must watch "The Strangest Eyes." The music video for this song, by Wasted Wine, feels like a bastard child of David Lynch and Nick Cave. There's humor, but damn it's dark.
When I first saw this video for the song "Electric" by Chilean psych band Föllakzoid, I couldn't look away for the full 12 minutes. For something to hold your undivided attention that long these days is a minor miracle, so let's figure out how directors Ion Rakhmatulina and Domingo Garcia-Huidobro did it.
On the cover of its soon-to-be released Bloodshot Records debut album, the rock and roll marauders in Banditos are relaxing on an American flag. The huge banner makes up the floor and walls of a makeshift living room, where the group lounges in voluminous hair, hats and, on drummer Randy Wade, a motorcycle helmet. It looks like Banditos is waiting backstage at the club in at the end of the roots-rock universe.