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Most music is already lost. From the unrecorded harps of Mesopotamia to the Myspace.com data migration wipe of 2019, the overwhelming bulk of what has been p...

The tourist in Freeport, Grand Bahama is a creature starved for information. Street names are irrelevant to locals, appearing only on inconsistent road signs...

Dotted throughout our discography are certain songs so fine, certain breaks so sample-able, and hooks so hot that they deserve to be pulled together into one...

In July of 1982, Indira Gandhi, the former Prime Minister of India, made her first official visit to the United States in more than a decade. For her meeting...

It’s fun to watch bodies move around. Since Philadelphia’s jubilant Bandstand struck up a national obsession in the 1950s, the dance show has proven perhaps ...

During his 40 years spent operating at the margins of the record business, Consolidated Productions founder Mel Alexander penned a total of 73 original songs...

Death is a soft white foam. Enter “The Space Between.” Your last breath slips off the lungs. You find yourself standing before an unfathomable froth, like a ...

It used to take more than a Distrokid account and cracked version of Ableton to get your music into the world. Back in the Before Times, an artist had two ch...

If you can deactivate the now-calcified preconceptions of ’90s nostalgia and push beyond the ear-perking noisy hooks that register at first as standard shoeg...

Twin Cities punk rock was at an impasse in the late 1970s. Minneapolis trio The Suicide Commandos, pioneers of the local underground and the first band of it...

Never walk behind the pulpit in a Black Church. It’s an old tradition rooted in reverence and a...

Starting at the tailend of the 1960s and continuing through the bygone ’90s, the Mississippi-born Joyce Spence journeyed across the United States and Canada,...

The Mystic Tide story skirts the shoreline of a prototypical mid-60s grassroots rock’n’roll parable. It’s a modest tale, representing little more than a ripp...

It looked as if a tornado had passed through the house, picked up the remnants of Arrow Brown’s strange, sordid life, and dumped them in the alley. September...