Scribblers Music Review

Michael Feuerstack, “Clackity Clack.” This guy would be Rod McKuen reborn if he didn’t temper some of his simplistic life-is-like-that lyrics and obvious metaphors with wild absurdities and some inspired musical accompaniment. Simpicity wins out. “Clackity clack, clackity clack.” The song’s on Feuerstack’s new album The Forgettable Truth.

Rock Gods #357: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

Kai O’Neill, the multi-ethnic, practically Albino “Snow Goddess,” hails from a country that’s never seen snow. Yet her white skin and sparkly attire are a constant reminder of the substance. It was an unwelcome one Thursday at the Bullfinch, where Kai-O got heckled merely for being herself.
“Cold! Cold!,” yelled a sozzled soul. “Cold!” We interviewed him awkwardly later, and discerned that he was tired of shoveling his mother’s driveway, had come out to enjoy a few drinks too many, only to be subjected to a vocalist dressed up like an icicle. The music scene is plenty used to complaints about style over substance, but we felt sorry for Ms. O and sought to soothe her frozen ruffled feathers.
“Never mind,” quoth an unfazed Kai, with punny aplomb.
“It’s cool.”
Tonight: What I Saw in America at the Bullfinch, with a slide show… End of the Roman Road and Superstitions of the Sceptic, mystic cryptic dark metal at D’ollaire’s…

Scribblers Music Review

Sick of Sarah, “Giving Up.” With such savvy promoters in the state, and with Connecticut still the most obvious stop-off between Boston and New York, it’s annoying to read the tour dates of such an intriguing band as Sick of Sarah and realize that their just-announced spring tour will be in two non-Boston Massachusetts cities and in New York state but not in Connecticut. I think we could use a look at a band like this—an alleged girl group that eschews the usual high-energy perkiness for a steady, breathy, dark pop sound. They seem to enjoy wrenching new sounds out of their instruments and otherwise seem thoughtful and experimental where other bands might just cluster around a mean hook.

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