Former Ponytail guitarist and Japanese experimental pop vocalist team up again.
Articles by Adam Kivel
The octogenarian keeps on singing, slowly and deeply.
Over a decade of angst wrapped into one sheet.
Humanity engaged through a surveyor’s scope, tooth-rattling rhythms, and brain-invading riffs.
Intensified grand piano grays and blues from Spencer Krug.
A record that continues to hold an enchanting power a decade later.
Verbose, complex rhymes deliver real revelations in surreal packaging.
The Chicago quartet smooths out psych pop, but mostly sticks close to home.
If this is Jad Fair aging into his dad rock phase, at least he’s a fun dad.
After a detour, a refreshing return to the trio’s mysterious, beautiful path.
Two words: Fuck death.
Surf, post-punk, and B-movie horror gloom combined in an ambitious burst.