There are some albums that don’t merely convey a vibe or message, but also a time and place. Some utterly outstanding albums are only the first two. When one is all four, though, it becomes something . . . magical; something with the spine-tingling power to take the listener back to that time and place like being stood there breathing and feeling the very same air.
Excuse Me Love is one of those albums. Continue reading
Zpangled Henz self-titled four-track EP rips an even bigger hole than the massive one left by the cell-phone-recorded-demo of last year.
Such was that buzz my first attempt to see them live ended in failure when arriving at The Plough only to find a long line-up outside of people waiting for others to leave—which was unlikely—so they could get in.