Wilfully Obscure

Guess where I'll be for the next few days?  See you back here early next week.

I would be completely and totally remiss if I failed to inform you of an immensely cool and damn-near monumental concert series going down ...

While I may never figure out the correct pronunciation of this presumably L.A.-based set of skinny-tiesters, that's not about to stop ...

Given this was an Incas Records release, I was expecting a record chockablock with jangle.  You've heard the phrase "sight unseen...

Indeed, here's a name that has not been brought up before on these pages.  Considering I've probably dedicated posts to some 500 o...

A couple years ago when I broached the topic of the UK-based Venus Beads , or more specifically their first and only proper album, Incisio...

Drunken Boat were a New York quintet who were active in the early-to-mid '90s, but failed to catch on, even to hep, left-of-the-dial ...

This week marks the release of a very tricked-out and vastly expanded deluxe edition (I'd say three CDs is sufficient) of the Teardrop...

Hailing from Baltimore, MD (or thereabouts) one might assume  Science Kit's brand of pensive (i.e. "smart") yet deftly craf...

2 Line Filler (later spelled as Two Line Filler ), led by  Matt White  were a quasi-straightedge hardcore band from Ontario, who over th...

I'm not really sure how a twenty year-old record by a Philadelphia indie band drifted it's way across the border and landed in a T...

Over the course of 2009, I shared all three studio albums by the Ontario based Killjoys , a thoroughly ignored band in the States that was...

Denizens of the Baltimore, MD area, Sunday Cannons seemed to have collegiate indie-rock coursing through their collective bloodstream, du...

Straight-up, three chord bash 'n pop here courtesy of a Somerville, MA (i.e. suburban Boston) trio.  Having monikered themselves after...

I throw the term "left of the dial" around a little too much, so here's an album that runs a bit contrary.  This rather pumm...

For a blog that's been up and running for a good three years now, an assemblage of Flop's  plethora of singles is long, long overdu...

This is a followup to the Terrifying Experience single I posted here a little under a month ago, although on this vinyl pairing, Mitch M...

Been meaning to get to this one for awhile now (a recent request from one of our readers provided a pretty good excuse).  Although the alb...

I'm not really sure if this one has a proper title or not, but when I was flipping through some choice vinyl at a local secondhand rec...

With three decades invested in a music career that has to date spawned roughly a dozen albums (counting b-sides and rarities comps), I’d s...

Here’s one of the most overtly “pop” records I’ve shared in quite awhile (though the “power” quotient is demonstrably present at times). I...

I believe this man's credentials speak for themselves.  This single contains two exclusive tracks: the bittersweet, tension-ridden ...

Viola Peacock were an Ann Arbor, MI trio who were typecast as shoegazers, but beyond the requisite plumes of woozy feedback and gauzy tre...

Until I get the opportunity to rip some more vinyl (which should be very soon) I thought I'd share another album I obtained from the l...

The Hangs Ups were a '90s indie pop troupe from Minneapolis, who bore a sound resembling The Gigolo Aunts a whole lot more than celebr...