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Charlie Kenney, Mike Donovan, Caroline Lezny and Ryan Israel | Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Pumpkin spice lattes, influenza, decorative gourds, Michael Myers making your neighborhood’s babysitter market less competitive — ah, yes, autumn. We recall it well. The temperature may hesitant to dip below 80 degrees, but we are eager to receive the fruits of the coming season. “Indian Summer” — Beat Happening By Mike Donovan, Scene Editor A
Charlie Kenney, Willoughby Thom, Mike Donovan and Ryan Israel | Monday, September 16, 2019
A few artists released new singles. Scene listened. Run it back. “Moment” — Pinegrove By Mike Donovan, Scene Editor Momentary pleasures — the type initiated, felt and lost at a pinprick on the timeline — feed on the luxury of not knowing. Neither future nor past have any bearing on the instantaneous. What’s now is
Adam Ramos, Matthew Munhall, Maggie Walsh, Owen Lane, Ryan Israel and Molly Chen | Thursday, January 25, 2018
2018’s first batch of singles carries the promise of another superb musical year. “Calion” — Anna Meredith By Adam Ramos, Scene Editor In her latest record, 2016’s spectacular “Varmints,” Scottish producer/composer Anna Meredith established herself as a leading and innovative voice within the electronic dance scene. Since then, Meredith has continued to excel both in
Mike Donovan, Adam Ramos, Owen Lane and Adrian Mark Lore | Friday, October 27, 2017
Ghosts! Goblins! Gourds! Scary words that start with G! Put your costume on, grab a plastic pumpkin pail and venture through Scene’s spookiest Halloween picks — if you dare. “The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson — Adam Ramos 1996 was a spooky year for music. As grunge continued to lose its relevancy in the pop charts, major
Nora McGreevy, Bobby Wozniak, Erin McAuliffe, Adam Ramos and Kelly McGarry | Monday, February 6, 2017
Father John Misty — “Pure Comedy” By Kelly McGarry Father John Misty continues a tradition of suspiciously comforting cynicism, and the current political climate may provide the most appropriate audience his career has seen yet. A hesitant piano melody ushers in his typical oddly specific lyrics of obscure relevance, “Say that half of us are