I Am Shelby Lynn — Shelby Lynn

By David Kenney

The country music crossover: for Garth Brooks, er, Chris Gaines, it was a lost-my-wife/truck/dog disaster, for Shelby Lynne though, it’s a sweet surprise. Snubbed by country with her rolicking swing stomp, Lynne trades sides and goes for a R&B/Soul record. Her southern drawl laces Aretha Franklin soul with enough pain to trounce an eight-foot wrestling… Continue reading I Am Shelby Lynn — Shelby Lynn

Rosie — The Smugglers

By Darby Sawchuk

A million mashed cheese doodles lay strewn on the plush-carpeted floor. Some musclehead is carrying a tank top-clad blonde on his shoulders. She sprays beer around the room while dodging the low-hung light fixture. The band is playing in the corner and this time they sound a lot tighter, a lot louder. You were at… Continue reading Rosie — The Smugglers

a lo cubano — Orishas

By Anthony Mawer

Touted as "A master work of universal hip-hop topping the best albums of Public Enemy, Beastie Boys, the Fugees," one assumes one is about to experience something transcending greatness. But as the saying goes, when you assume you make an ‘ass’ of ‘u’ and ‘me’. And ‘me’ say ‘u’ could do as well to get… Continue reading a lo cubano — Orishas

The Screen Behind the Mirror — Enigma

By David Kenney

Remember the sci-fi flick Mad Max? If so, then visions of Tina Turner and uncooked linguini hair must be near. And don’t forget, "We Don’t Need Another Hero." Blecch. Now fast forward to Y2K, where techno rules sci-fi Prodigy, good. Propellerheads, good. Enigma, baaaaaaad. On the new age group’s The Screen Behind the Mirror, their… Continue reading The Screen Behind the Mirror — Enigma