Various Artists

When a CD comes out that’s composed of artists performing versions of a music legend’s songs, usually the question is, “Who’s on it?” But a better question is, “What’s on it?” The choice of material should be even more important than the selection of artists. Most of the songs on…

Plaid

By the time Ed Handley and Andy Turner split from intelligent dance music’s flagship group the Black Dog in the mid-’90s, they’d managed to throw some subversive shuffle and bleep into techno’s generic dance-floor thump. On their first two albums as Plaid, Not for Threes and Rust Proof Clockwork, Handley…

Obie Trice and Bubba Sparxxx

Bubba Sparxxx might not have hit it big if Eminem hadn’t done it before him, since Eminem’s mainstream legitimization of the blue-collar white person as a viable hip-hop persona certainly eased the acceptance of a portly Georgian partial to rolling around in the mud. Obie Trice definitely wouldn’t have, since…

The Girlz Garage Tour

This summer the Warped Tour featured an onstage man-to-woman ratio of approximately 876-to-2 (unless I’m wildly overestimating the female presence, a definite possibility). So the tour’s founders have hatched the Girlz Garage as a way to tip the scales back to something approaching balance, which is wise and welcome and…

Howie Day

Though I might conceivably covet his major-label record deal, his apple-cheeked cross-campus fan base and perhaps most of all his well-stocked backstage deli trays, I don’t envy 22-year-old Maine native Howie Day’s place in the pop-musical landscape. As only the latest in an incredibly long line of sensitive-guy singer-songwriters to…

Gonna Be Them

It never ends. Teeny-bop boy bands have reigned king over everything pop since the Jackson 5’s sweet prince stole the hearts of screaming girls with his cute dimples and slight hip-slide dance moves. But the face of pop has matured: Critics say the quintessential boy-band member has morphed into an…

The Yin and the Yang

It’s not even 1 p.m., but things are already totally disorganized and way behind schedule on the set for “Get Low Remix,” the new video starring Atlanta’s most charismatic and aggressive rapper/screamer, Lil’ Jon. The king of crunk and his Eastside Boys are filming the clip’s “club scene” at Miami…

They Just Wanna Dance

Here’s something to think about: Mayor Laura Miller has become the city’s mother. Or she’d like to be, at any rate. Sure, so far, her attempts to impose a 2 a.m. curfew on all clubs has met with plenty of resistance from club owners and their customers, not to mention…

Paul Westerberg|Grandpaboy

One’s the “official” release, the soundtrack to a documentary in which the subject plays everything but says next to nothing; the other offers sloppy seconds performed under the pseudonym that lets a minor legend get away with murdering Hank Williams, John Prine and, gulp, Anthony Newley. Figures that the latter…

Ludacris

Like its more hirsute sister Southern rock, Southern rap is in the middle of an exceptionally high tide: Recent albums by Bubba Sparxxx, the Nappy Roots and OutKast have held it down for regional rustics while simultaneously meeting the form’s demand for universal themes and high-tech production exotica. Chicken-N-Beer, the…

Delbert McClinton

At an age when this ol’ Cowtown boy could well have been out to pasture, Delbert McClinton has recently proven himself to be a cunning bull in his second prime. In his late-’70s first day, he embodied all that was cool about North Texas roots music–swing, swagger and soul–while cutting…

Lynyrd Skynyrd |Alan Jackson with Joe Nichols

As problematic musical responses to September 11 go, I’ll take Alan Jackson’s disarmingly honest “Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)” over Lynyrd Skynyrd’s probably truth-stretching “Red White and Blue” any day of the week, since Jackson doesn’t shut the door in anybody’s face and opts for down-home sentimentality…

Godsmack and Adema

I’ve always considered agonized Boston alt-metallers Godsmack the poor man’s Staind: bellowed vocals, no rapping, depressive guitar chug, moody sleeve art. (I suspect the band sees itself as the poor man’s System of a Down, if the ham-handed rhythmic sophistication of current album Faceless’ 12 shades of gray is to…

The Black Keys

Anyone who bothered to watch PBS’ recent series on the blues couldn’t help but come to the unhappy conclusion that a once-vital musical style had been strangled by its overweening fans. The series’ directors showed their devotion by preserving the old stuff in pristine curatorial amber, holding it up for…

Second Chance

This is what ESPN.com Page 2 columnist Bill Simmons wrote about Sunday’s Dallas Cowboys-Philadelphia Eagles skirmish: “This is the game where all those pseudo-Cowboys fans–and you know who you are–come out of the woodwork and start supporting the team again. Most Cowboys fans are like those missing fathers of NBA…

State Pen

If I didn’t know any better–and I don’t, actually–I’d swear Jim James is higher than Rush Limbaugh on an OxyContin binge right now. More than likely the singer-guitarist for My Morning Jacket is not, but the conversation we’ve been having is enough probable cause for a search warrant. That is,…

Electric Shtick

It’s a cloudless March day in Dallas, and with a few hours to kill before sound check, the Electric Six is doing what any red-blooded American band on tour would do in Dallas: They’re eating hot dogs on the grassy knoll. An hour spins on as the band runs around…

Dido | Travis

Labeling an artist a fluffy light-rock Muzakhead is the kiss of death for musical credibility, conjuring nightmarish visions of Air Supply and other somnolent saps. But there’s no denying that the music of Brits Dido and Travis doesn’t exactly ooze testosterone. Dido’s breezy “Thank You,” sampled by Eminem for “Stan,”…

Elvis Costello

There aren’t many artists who can go through as many stylistic changes as Elvis Costello and still maintain a sizable and loyal following. Since Costello emerged, he’s been (to name just a few) a surly, acid-tongued rocker; a sardonic but heartfelt rootsy singer-songwriter; and an elegant song stylist performing in…

Death Cab for Cutie

Rock songs tend to fall into one of two broad categories: the emotional and the ones about emotion. But Death Cab for Cutie songwriter Ben Gibbard and his band straddle the two: On songs such as the title track of Death Cab’s new album Transatlanticism, Gibbard’s reedy tenor expresses both…

Paul Van Dyk

If anyone alive could bring legitimacy to the sound of your average nightclub, it’s progressive house mainstay Paul Van Dyk. Though the German producer has frequently and publicly repudiated the term, his work helped validate trance music with an accessible pop sensibility that marries ethereal, minor-key melodies with DJ-friendly tempos…

The Nokia Unwired Tour

I look forward to the day when this corporate branding of rock-and-roll tours gets truly out of hand: Captain D’s Under the Sea Spectacular (featuring Primus, the Vulgar Boatmen and Phish), the Kmart Blue Light Special (Q-Tip and the Dixie Cups), Pfizer’s Don’t Stop Believing Roadshow (D12, Medicine and guest…