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Album Reviews
Monday, July 21, 2014
 What’s old is new again, again—especially in Brooklyn. Amidst the borough’s prohibition-era cocktails, faux speakeasies and timeless sea of ’20s-ish clever caps and facial hair, lies Katrina refugee and New Orleans piano traditionalist Henry Butler. His latest effort finds him alongside New York
Dining Out
Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Downhome Mexican at Taqueria Arandas

 The West Side taqueria scene can be a bit daunting. Drive away from the lake on National, Mitchell or Lincoln in search of chili peppers and cerveza and you’re met
Album Reviews
Sunday, Jan. 19, 2014
As with Sonny Rollins—another living holdover from the rough roads, long nights and hard medicine of the bop era—it’s tough not to greet a new Ahmad Jamal release with a bit of surprise: He’s still alive? Perhaps it’s testament to his legend—that of maybe the greatest jazz piano player of
Album Reviews
Sunday, Oct. 13, 2013
Even in the salvages of post-Katrina New Orleans you’d be hard pressed to find a music ensemble more entrenched in the disparate worlds of pleasure and pain, life and death, than the Hot 8 Brass Band. Since their mid-’90s formation, the Crescent City joy-makers have suffered through the
Album Reviews
Wednesday, Aug. 14, 2013

Blind, Crippled and Crazy (New West)

 At this point the Social Security-collecting sect of top-shelf Americana musicians can largely be broken into two camps: there’s that of John Hiatt, rife with perspective, wisdom and acerbic self-effacement resulting from an obviously long and humbling road. And then there’s Eric Clapton. With a
Album Reviews
Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Walking Shadows (Nonesuch)

Neutering his formidable tenor honks, saxophonist Joshua Redman enters the lush, swirling, Brad Mehldau-spiked, John Mayer-covering, between-floors world of orchestral jazz on his latest album. Walking Shadows is all sweeping
Album Reviews
Monday, April 29, 2013

Birthdays (Anti/Epitaph)

Pensive, warbly, damaged—it’s hard to tell whether sad sack Keaton Henson’s voice is a heartfelt affectation or if he’s simply been listening to too much Jeff Buckley. Minimal electric guitar plucks and a haunted resonating

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