There’s something dark and eerie about the opening tracks of Damon Moon’s new LP, Lungs, Dirt & Dreams. The title track flirts with dreamy guitars, but not in the sense of the pleasant atmospheric; rather they echo through the darkness, seemingly coming from every direction. And then there’s Moon’s soft vocals somewhere between a mystery and a (surprise, surprise) whisper.

“We Were Wild” by Today The Moon, Tomorrow The Sun is a track like Arcade Fire’s “Wake Up”. It defies all you thought you knew about rock music, takes things in a completely different direction than expected — a direction much more anthemic and epic. Today The Moon, Tomorrow The Sun draws from an insurmountable realm of influence.

Book Club is a folk-pop group out of Atlanta that boats a range of stripped-down and minimal songs to those plush with orchestration. At the helm are Robbie Horlick (Cassavetes) and Leigh Anne Macquarrie, splitting vocals with oft male/female harmonies.
“Meal Of Dreams” is the second track off Book Club’s debut LP, Ghost, which comes out today digitally and on limited pressed vinyl courtesy 2Step Records. The song sides on the more orchestrated side of the band’s work, though it starts off quieter.
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Damnit. I knew I was going to forget a phenomenal album in my end of year list for 2010. Serial Killer, by Night Driving In Small Towns easily should have cracked the top 20. But they failed to make my list, not because they didn’t deserve it, but because I simply forgot how great it was. Last year I became obsessed with this band, relating them to Headlights. Today, however, hit the speakers and I did a double-take.

With a continual playlist featuring the likes of Rolling Stones, The Kinks, and Faces, The Booze has captured that era of mod-rock to near perfection in their song “Kick Me Where it Hurts”. With blisteringly brilliant guitar riffs and a nonchalantly cool set of vocals, this band has embodied an era where rock, in the opinion of many, was at its pinnacle. The song has the grit of the garage, the twang of the south, and a bounce to it that’s downright gripping. “Kick Me Where It …

Like a shot of Red Bull to the thigh, Trances Arc explodes through your speakers like a jaunting energy kick, yet they manage to remain calm and organized through all the hysteria. Their latest album, TA, almost plays as a brilliant collection of one hit wonders that entranced the skating rinks and dark alleys of the late 90′s. Each song is a potential single, with even greater potential for helping you soar into the pop rock oblivion where creativity reigns supreme and prosperous. This is catchy, hook-oriented …

Oh, to be young again. Better yet, to be young, talented and full of promise. No, we’re not talking about a NCAA basketball prodigy. We are talking about Grace Bellury, a.k.a. Lille (like the French city, pronounced “Leel”). This Atlanta native, in your short existence, has a voice that sends chills down the back of your neck with a pleasurable burn more powerful than a vampire in sunlight (one that burns, not sparkles). At 18 years old, this songstress has debuted herself perfectly with her …

It’s hard to think of Night Driving In Small Towns as a duo. The band has a sound that is much, much fuller. Andrea Rogers and Colby Wright probably take their name from that which they grew up doing, having scoured the small towns of Georgia before relocating to the city of Atlanta. Serial Killer is the sort of pop album you’d expect from a post Elephant 6 band like The Essex Green or Elf Power. It’s leans toward being romantic, has hints of folk and orchestration, …

For some of us out there, The Good Graces might be the greatest fucking band in the world! For every flannel wearing, soul searching, obsessive coffee drinking fool (myself included), Kim Ware and company have created a “bomb” tribute to happy times during misery. That, and more specifically, the 1990’s. It’s getting to that time in our lives where the end of the last millennium needs to have a properly built sense of nostalgia amongst the middle aged and dying. And Bring On The Tambourines! is …

It’s Elephant’s are the lime in the malt liquor. They’re the smiling faces at a funeral. Their sort of punk, sort of acid-induced rock persona transitions into a far too demanding world with a substantial frenzy. It’s sort of like a jazz choir playing at CBGB’s. Their sophomore release, Gets Along, beats you over the head with a rock ‘n roll NERF baseball bat till you want to shoot up your nearest supermarket. This is one of the most deliberately entrancing discs that has come …