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Off the Cuff
Friday, Sept. 13, 2013

Earl Ingram Jr. refuses to be silenced

 A former factory worker and drive time talk radio host, Earl Ingram Jr. shows that a well-expressed opinion can lead to new vistas. When radio let him down—abruptly—it didn’t take him long to take his talking to the internet...and a coffee house. Off The Cuff found him willing to open
Album Reviews
Tuesday, Sept. 10, 2013

Low Country Lies

 Bluesy rock of the type The Black Crowes fashioned by following The Allman Brothers’ footsteps could easily be cliché by now. Then there are bands such as Milwaukee’s The Imperial to counter that notion. The linchpin to selling their classic approach may be Andy Kobelinski’s vocals, reminiscent
Album Reviews
Tuesday, Aug. 27, 2013

Andy Kaufman and His Grandmother (Drag City)

The constants in Andy Kaufman’s humor involved pushing the limits of discomfort and embarrassment, and the turnaround of expectations. Andy Kaufman and His Grandmother, an album collected from Kaufman’s own micro-cassettes of shtick and (staged?) conversations, archives both the
Album Reviews
Thursday, Aug. 22, 2013

Red-Winged Blackbird Man (Rodzinka Records)

 Mike Mangione & The Union’s Red-Winged Blackbird Man couldn’t come at a much more fortuitous time for the Milwaukee folk rock sextet. The middle ground they find between aggro and mellow tendencies on their fourth album comes in the wake of the pop radio triumphs of acoustically
Album Reviews
Wednesday, Aug. 14, 2013

Four/Five Live-Volume 1

The live solo album by Sam Llanas, front man for The BoDeans, is about as low key an affair as can be. From almost distractingly plain packaging to the lack of mention of the venues where the album was recorded, it’s as if Llanas doesn’t want to draw undue attention. With the possible exception 
Album Reviews
Wednesday, Aug. 7, 2013

Book Of Hours

 The fifth album in three years by Milwaukee’s self-proclaimed psychedelic doom metal trio, Sleestak, is fairly low key, but not without its share of hellacious audacity. Singing—and yes, it’s singing, not Cookie Monster barking—guitarist