I Write About Music
Hi, I run two sites about music. And they're both great. Get in touch. I might even bother to reply.
I am passionate about music. I am dead serious about music. I listen to music. I watch music. I read about music. I talk about music. I buy music. So it makes sense that I write about music.
Styles covered: anything with a pulse, so: Americana, folk, rock, heavy metal, dance, funk, jazz, country, punk, bluegrass, rockabilly, post-punk, new wave, blues, noise, hard rock, surf, shoegaze, electronica, indie, avant-garde, pop, jam bands, (neo)-classical, Krautrock, power pop, experimental, post-rock, dream pop, minimal, industrial, vaudeville, singer-songwriters... The ability to play the music in a live setting is considered to be a big plus.
No reggae or modern day R&B, no fucking Auto-Tune. Tried it, hated it.
Note: my address for sending me stuff can not be found here. It will be supplied to you after I have contacted you. I like some privacy, old fashioned I know.
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This is an album that is like an emotional roadmap and the sign-posted song titles along the way make it clear that some of the destinations are not particularly wholesome.
German musician Chris Burda has tried to capture the story of the evolution of life on planet Earth by writing cinematic synth-driven pieces about notable geological periods.
Psychedelic raga band keeps it closer to home on their new album ASHA, a mixed bag of politically charged rockers, soul-searching love songs and dealing with the suicide of a close friend.
A baker's dozen of songs about fucking up, brawls, trying to make amends and the like. They sound rough and muzzy, but the energy is just what one might need after a bad day.
Part Hawkwind and Porcupine Tree, but with twists and turns that come close to showing off for like-minded musicians and rock fans who want to venture into uncharted waters.
A relaxing excursion, with a prominent role for the piano. It taps listeners gently on the shoulder, inviting them to step into a dream world where beauty and art reign in unison.
He mixes up krautrock with psychedelica, noisy rumblings that sound like mushy demos made by Mark E. Smith, on his own again after he fired all the pickup players once again.
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