Natural Child

There is something authentic and pure about 70's rock n' roll that rock music lacks today.  Something in it's very being glorified alcohol and drugs and placed them somewhere on every child's "I wanna do that someday" list.  Say what you will, but everyone wanted to have as much fun as Keith Richards looked like he was having.  Despite knowing the long-term affects of heroin, cocaine, alcohol, pills - whatever have you, you still can't listen to The Doors, Hendrix, Black Sabbath or The Rolling Stones without wanting to wade ankle deep in that pool of complete fuck'dness.  It subliminally covers you with every 'want' you could possibly have and tunnels you in on getting fucked up.  Natural Child embodies every sentiment of magical filth that rock from the 70's offered.  What's it called?  Oh, real rock n' roll.

Spaghetti Anywhere Q&A

Spaghetti Anywhere takes everything we love about indie music to a British level. Gone are the irritating whiny vocals replaced by Charlie Reid sounding vocals with a Smiths meets Belle and Sebastian backdrop.
Some songs hint at struggles with heartbreak inside of up-beat melodies that remind you that even in the darkest of emotions, there is light. While others are just cheery stories. Though the lyrics are slightly quaint, there's something very canny happening beneath the surface. Whether drinking, laughing or having a bit of a meltdown, Spaghetti Anywhere has found a realm of versatility capable of glorifying basic human emotions in a very subtle way.

Alexandra Streliski

No music touches the soul like classical music.  For me, it's the piano that speaks the loudest.  The metamorphosis of pain through a piano surmounts all other instruments.   The harmonies just seize your heart and between the fluctuations in the music and the pounding of the keys, the pianist distinguishes their plight in lucid colors.  That's how I felt the first time I heard Alexandra Streliski.
Her music is kind and warm and yet, there is a still sense of overwhelming melancholy that somehow coos the hindered spirit.

Etta James 1938-2012

Etta James died last week, news that literally brought tears to my eyes. The first time I heard Etta James, actually heard her, it shook me to the core. The range of her voice embodied the pain of love and flutter of hope that every woman struggles with.

Mark Sultan

After a brief encounter with Hunx and His Punx, I began ripping apart the garage/lo-fi genre with the flare of new love and found Mark Sultan. When i first "discovered" him, i sat on my bed for about two days taking in song after song.
Each time, i couldn't deny the shaking of my foot and the airy feeling in my head. It doesn't take much effort to pin down his influences. Every song is full of the same spunk and candor of a genuine love for rock n' roll. It's just that fantastic.