Traditional Newfoundland Christmas music from the kitchens and living rooms of the outports
Veteran rocker colours inside the lines instead of turning it up to 11
Frog/pig love has never felt so right.
Sherry Ryan’s Sister of Mine is a record to fall asleep to at the cabin. The eleven songs on Ryan’s third album, clocking in at a fairly short half hour, have an old-timey gospel-country feel to them, painting pictures of loneliness and resilience in digestible fragments. “Blue Ridge Mountains,” the opening track, is a good indication of the structure of the album as a whole, with a real care for nostalgic details (“At night, you hear the rivers / They run like buffaloes”), and the moody temperament of drawling country singers – you know, before they wore ripped-up jeans and were just rock stars in disguise. Sister of Mine harkens to the country and western genres of the sixties and seventies, a stripped-down channelling of Patsy Cline or Connie Smith, telling stories over steel guitar wails and piano melodies. Sister of Mine isn’t for everyone, and it’s not an upbeat…
St. John’s folk group prove that jigs and reels never go out of style
A great album for a dark winter
Catchy tunes, reinforced by tasteful use of a variety of accompanying instruments and memorable lyrics.
A book about a community, the end of the world, and the complex relationships of family.
The definitive mediocre film of 2011.
Noel Gallagher’s Reasonably-High Flying Birds would have been a better title.
It’s nothing if not true to its name.
This “Thing” is terrible.
These aren’t so much the kind of songs that get stuck in your head as the kind that get stuck in your mind
Canadian songwriter goes from coffeehouse to concert hall
Ashes and Fire isn’t going to be Mr. Adams’ best work. But it’s him, right now.
Catch a hold of this one now the once
An insightful account of the madness industry
A heavy subject, handled expertly.
St. John’s dance-pop that you can take home with you
It’s actually good. Seriously. It is.