In this age of irony, a little honesty is hard to find. “S.O.B. Blues” is a refreshing reinterpretation of classic literary tropes for this strange new world.
In this age of irony, a little honesty is hard to find. “S.O.B. Blues” is a refreshing reinterpretation of classic literary tropes for this strange new world.
Between co-owning a NYC bar and recording with friends in his downtime, Michael Ian Cummings has found contentment. His debut full-length under his own name reflects exactly that, a mature, settled listen from a songwriter who’s traded the major label circuit for something more personal.
Between co-owning a NYC bar and recording with friends in his downtime, Michael Ian Cummings has found contentment. His debut full-length under his own name reflects exactly that, a mature, settled listen from a songwriter who’s traded the major label circuit for something more personal.
Over their eighteen years as a band, Jim Putnam’s Los Angeles based collective Radar Brothers proved to be a model of consistency and melancholic, sun-baked comfort. Defying conventional, perpetual myths that artists must consciously reinvent themselves, a deep dive retrospective at the band’s working class trajectory reveals a singular path on the perennial edge of a larger, opportunistic breakthrough.
Over their eighteen years as a band, Jim Putnam’s Los Angeles based collective Radar Brothers proved to be a model of consistency and melancholic, sun-baked comfort. Defying conventional, perpetual myths that artists must consciously reinvent themselves, a deep dive retrospective at the band’s working class trajectory reveals a singular path on the perennial edge of a larger, opportunistic breakthrough.
