Ray Cummings

At this point, nobody really expects Blondie to upset any new paradigms. In the group's late '70s and early '80s heyday, the Debbie Harry-led outfit set a high standard for an omnivorous New Wave chic, lent the NYC underground an irresistible back...

There's something mercurial about punk rock: a snapshot of intense, snobbish certainty about one's ideals, predilections or foibles, an incendiary moment that ends in a flash. In other words, ideally, punk bands should pull the plug after a string...

Suuns hail from Montreal, but the starched, pensive sound the quartet showcases on debut EP Zeroes QC—pinched synthesizers, metronomic drumbeats, electronic textures, gristly yet mannered guitar pyrotechnics—feels distinctly cosmopolit...

If Know Better Learn Faster—the new salvo from Thao Nguyen and the Get Down Stay Down—doesn't boast quite as rollicking barnburners as 2007's We Brave Bee Stings and All did, it's still a worthy showcase for the San Francisco-based son...

What Wavves' Nathan Williams vividly renders on cassette and aluminum isn't The Beach Boys' carefree beachscape, with its bathing beauties, surfboard-wielding Adonises and pinks-on-the-line drag races. Last year's Wavves (Fuck It Tapes) and this y...

Putting its abject, aesthetic abomination of a band name aside, supergroup Chickenfoot is—and, I admit, this feels wrong in so many ways—more fun than three barrels of monkeys. Or at least more fun than half a case of Cabo Wabo-brand t...