Sneaking around the depths of art-damaged noise ballads, but surfacing just enough to produce tight indie rock, Suuns drifts between pop and atmosphere.

After maintaining radio silence for over a year and half after their well-received LouFest 2011 appearance, Jumbling Towers is taking to the waves once again.

This year offered so many fine albums in the indie-rock vein that it was hard to choose just 10.

Middle Class Fashion delves deep into the art of the hook. Contrasting bombastic bass riffs and shimmery minor note piano rolls, the St. Louis supergroup delivers timelessly dapper pop.

Fidlar opened the night to a thinly gathered crowd. While super tight and fun to watch, I just couldn't get over their similarity to Jay Reatard's entire back catalogue.

To be quite honest, I’m not really sure what happened last night at Fubar. A couple of really fast and hard bands played, a bunch of sweaty people moshed and most everyone seemed a bit wasted.

The first lines of Neil Young's "Out on the Weekend" long for packing up and moving on, which precisely describes fall for me. This time of year is the embodiment of transition, as warm weather leaves and the impending doom of icy cold looms.

Catching a show on the artistically fertile but sometimes shadowy Cherokee Street is always an unpredictable experience. A new gallery or venue seems to pop up every couple of months, replacing the empty carcass of a similarly creative but now defunct loft space.

When St. Louis noisy-folk provocateurs Theodore broke up a year ago, Demonlover and Water Liars rose from the shards and refracted their old mainstay's vibe in new directions.

I was pretty stoked to see that Jack Buck, the mathy hardcore locals named after the late sportscaster, would be opening up the insanely solid lineup at Bad Dog Bar and Grill on Friday night.