New tunes from old hands.
There’s a chance that things’ll get weird.
Yeah, that’s a possibility.
It’s a video.
Apocalypse – what, me worry?
This one’s for Schilling and Hershberger.
If there’s No Future, we might as well dance.
A Silicon Valley & Music question for the hive mind.
The beauty of simplicity.
Shake it off your shoes.
Revisiting Maxinquaye, for real this time
(Or: Run-DMC is not involved).
It’s making me wait.
Andre the Giant is not involved.
There’s been a lot of talk around here lately (maybe, maybe too much talk) [Shut up, Bono] about the death of classical music.
Into madness with the long-running Manchester post-punk band.
What’s in a name?
Gimme indie rock.
Songs a long time coming.
It’s Monk Time.
Oil up those joints, my rusty robot friends. Now is the time when we dance.
Oh, jittery eighth notes on a bass, what would punk and postpunk ever do without you?
No, really. Go ahead. I’m totally fine with it.
A tribute to brothers from other mothers.
9PM – Midnight ET, January 30.
Dreaming of an analog wake.
In which Glyph calls out fellow OT’er Will Truman…
Some of these videos may contain visuals which are not recommended for epileptics, migraine sufferers, and your workplace.
Everyone has a hometown. Lots of places have music about them. What music defines where you’re from?
Another terrific KEXP studio recording.
The City of Brotherly Fuzz.
It was a dark and stormy night. My Pandora station based on Europe’s The Final Countdown could have gone in any direction…
If I was as great a drummer as Stewart Copeland I would wear those socks too.
Glyph gets unstuck in time.