An adjective that frequently appears in descriptions of the Felice Brothers' music is "ramshackle," usually referring to their mix of classic folk and Americana instrumentation and rock and roll stomps.
There may be something you don't know about Dave Rawlings: he's not human, he's a machine. That may speak to the source of his group's name, Dave Rawlings Machine, but it's more like a collection of friends who happen to be within arms' reach.
Ray LaMontagne is gracing the country with his Supernova Tour.
For the last 10 years or so, seeing Old 97's live has been the sonic equivalent of comfort food for me, my musical bacon-wrapped meatloaf, if you will.
Nikki Lane's newest record, "All or Nothin'," isn't just an album title. It's a statement of character: you either like her or you don't. You take her as she is, or you don't get anything at all.
I slipped into the Gramophone shortly after opener Leif Vollebekk, an acoustic troubadour from Montreal, took to the stage. As the crowd chattered and clinked their glasses, Vollebekk stood alone with a grateful grin on his face, projecting silken, Dylan-esque fingerpicking and vocals toward the Gramophone's bar wall.