The members of The Skiffle Players — Neal Casal (Circles Around The Sun/Chris Robinson Brotherhood), Dan Horne (Beachwood Sparks), Cass McCombs, Farmer Dave Scher (All Night Radio/Beachwood Sparks), Aaron Sperske (Father John Misty/Beachwood Sparks) — are some of the most respected musicians on the scene today. So when they find the time to get together for a new Skiffle Players album, you’d best believe it’s going to be something special. Skiff, the collective’s second LP, expands on the foundation they laid with 2016’s Skifflin’ and hints at a blindingly bright future that looks a lot like the past that they’ve been celebrating.
But wait, there's more... For the first time in its eight year history, the Hopscotch Music Festival officially extended into Sunday, with an afternoon long program held at the Red Hat Amphitheatre. While Sundays have always brought some final day parties for those who still had the energy, this was the festival's first foray into a fourth day of programming.
Leaks are de rigueur in this digital age, and recently the band Twenty One Pilots had a new track freed from its capitalist coil and spread forth across the digital oceans for the masses to "enjoy." This didn't sit well with the powers-that-be, and so it was that Reddit deliver unto them the head (name) of the vile curr who would commit such a crime. Reddit said no. What now doods?
At this point it's generally understood that singer/songwriter Cass McCombs is a de facto national treasure. He made a new album, so just like all his other albums, we're obliged to talk about it.
Snail Mail is from Baltimore. Snail Mail makes rock. We'd tell you more, but it's better you just turn it up and find out for yourself.
Kanye West’s new album may be here, but should it be rated “M” for misogyny?
The Skiffle Players debut LP Skifflin’ is bringing together titans of “weird” Americana (Cass McCombs, Neal Casal, Dan Horne, Farmer Dave Scher, Aaron Sperske) to celebrate folk music from the past, present and future.
Night Beats are bringing some serious groove, straight from the garage. Dig it. Dig it the most, baby.
Where’s our damn croissant.