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Chaotic, fantastical, unnerving, and painstakingly brilliant, Kate Bush’s The Dreaming is like nothing you’ve heard before and will be hard-pressed to forget.
The Pizzas are the sauciest tribe this side of the Hudson. The band’s name pays homage to their borough of residence, Brooklyn.
Intriguing flourishes and unexpected oddities take Swedish indie singer Lykke Li’s debut, Youth Novels, from regular ‘ol-girl pop album to quirky candy charmer.
Riding a wave of critical acclaim and rabid fan fervor, Brit soul singer Adele scored a record deal off of her MySpace demos and just won the Grammy for best female performer.
The gritty, yet undeniably feminine voice of Rachel Yamagata soars through the Hotel Cafe tour in Los Angeles where Movmnt has a chance to capture her in the moment.
Marked by a combination of sensual, smooth, and poppy vibes, this UK based electro-glam duo’s third album, Supernature, is easy great to rock out to. Seventh Tree, Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory’s newest installation, takes a dramatic sidestep as Goldfrapp’s voice saturates your mind as you retreat into Zen heaven. You might find that you not only love to rock with Goldfrapp, but you love to unwind with them too.
Intended to be a home for recording artists with a punk sensibility that isn´t necessarily punk, ANTI- Records (a division of punk-label Epitaph) plays host to a seriously stellar collection of artists intent on making music on their own terms. Here, Movmnt invites you to get to know three legendary artists releasing vital material through ANTI- right now: Marianne Faithfull, Tom Waits, and Neko Case.
With a voice that rivals Patsy Cline’s and songs where haunting Lynchian landscapes play host to a bevy of characters who may or may not bring you harm, Neko Case has succeeded in creating her own strange little world of country-noir.
Flying Cup Club is the newest album from solo artist Beirut, a.k.a. Zack Condon. The album reveals itself as a treasure trove of Condon’s many musical gifts.
The B-52s indefatigable sound translates to their new-millennium makeover without ever losing the charm, and kook, that made them so distinct back when they released their eponymous 1979 self-titled debut. The new album, Funplex, dances with the speed of a cosmic dancer and the shimmer of a disco ball. There will always be a time and place for The B-52s, because there will always be a need to stop taking life so damn seriously.
Upper West Side indie-rock darlings, Vampire Weekend, more than live up to the hype on their fetching self-titled debut. This catchy collection of upbeat tunes about grammar, architecture, and campus life, unabashedly appropriates everything from Afro-pop and New Wave, to Chamber music. It remains to be seen if Vampire Weekend can withstand the test of time. At the moment though, they are the “it” band to beat, and after repeated listens, Vampire Weekend still sounds fresh and effortless.
The Helio Sequence has always been a band that’s almost impossible to categorize. For all the ambient noise, layered strings, and wall of sound elements, The Helio Sequence’s strengths lie in frontman Brandon Summers’ raspy, whiskey-soaked, voice and Benjamin Weikel’s driving drumbeats. For a band that takes risks, the payoff is well worth it.