Tag: My Morning Jacket

The mysterious Orville Peck is a modern cowboy marvel, a rare and legendary masked man with a dusty guitar and a lonesome coyote howl.

The specialist carefully manipulated the waldoes linked to the robotic arms in the front of the submersible. The pilot peered out of the top dome, the glare of the spotlights illuminating the complex structure of the oil rig but the visibility of this part of the Gulf of Mexico not allowing much to be seen past the first couple tangles of girders. A single wire tethered the craft to the surface, its sole purpose safely delivering the radio signal carrying its obscure music and coded instructions past fathoms of seawater. The robot arms clasped the watertight bale of Oaxacan tamales tightly. The mission was only half over.

Swirling with electronic highlights, these emotional songs provide multiple layers, angelic choruses, and expressive lyrics.

This southern gothic staple returns, with a bit less reverb but just as much agony and attitude.

The band returns with more of their particular brand of folksy psychedelia. Lots of great hooks and harmonies, as usual.

Heady mix of folk, electronic and hip hop elements swirling together into something unique and accessible.

Some of that weird pop, this time with a definite tinge of Americana, or perhaps Canadiana, since the band is from Toronto

Anthemic songs filled with dramatic dynamics and playing that ranges between thunderous and ethereal.