Listen to “I Find the Time In Serbia” on MySpace.

Christine Hoberg’s “I Find the Time In Serbia” is an homage to subtle ruination. It’s a gentle flowing-on of a stream forever redirected. It’s the summation of time spent hoping having been wasted, as the hope has been dashed on the rocks and scattered into little tiny pieces of glass that only a fool would think were seeds. Well done, Christine.
Listen to “Dance Floor” on MySpace.

Is this decade’s dance scene lame and pathetic? You bet it is! And no other song points this out with such clarity and hilarity as Pootychop’s “Dance Floor”. Come on. Get out there. Yeah, baby. You’re lame. That’s what it’s all about! And if you think Pootychop looks a lot like Cunt (like a) Tree, then you might be on to something. Besides, anyone who makes good music in Tulsa deserves to be reviewed twice.
Listen to “I’d Rather Be Buried Six Feet Under” on MySpace.

Tulsa is not a wasteland. Want proof? Listen to “I’d Rather Be Buried Six Feet Under” on Cunt (like a) Tree’s MySpace profile. Then look and see where Cunt (like a) Tree is from. Yes. See, the seeds of genius can grow anywhere. And don’t you dare stop listening to that song before it barks at you.
Listen to “Teach Me Sweetheart” on MySpace.

In “Teach Me Sweetheart” (from the album Bitter Tea), the Fiery Furnaces give you catchy sad overtones, weird sounds, and more. If you have patience, you’ll hear the spaceship sound. And if you keep listening past that, you’ll be delightfully entertained by the classic “scary” film organ. Best with yogurt and three medium-sized tamari almonds.
Listen to “Come Back Margaret” on MySpace.

Camera Obscura presents the fifties. Things are swinging, life is grand. Except…someone standing by the wall has seen through it all to the sad reality: the happiness surrounding the rest of the world is a veil made of cream cheese, and the cream cheese is running out. “Come Back Margaret” (from the album Let’s Get Out Of This Country)may not necessarily be about all that, but it might as well be.
Listen to “Black Grease” on MySpace.

Is psychadelic rock dead? Hells no! The Black Angels are bringing back the slow headbang with songs like “Black Grease” (from the album Passover). It’s time to get out the grapefruit and the lube and get busy. And don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about!
Listen to “fischinger” on pioulard.com.

Benoît Pioulard gives you a walk through a dry sewage tunnel on a dark night. “fischinger” (from the album skymost) survives you, despite the horror, and you survive it, because once you’ve heard this alien music, boredom will never touch you again.
Listen to “Lay Your Head Down” on MySpace.

Wouldn’t it be swell if Keren Ann were your lifelong friend and roommate, who would welcome you to the abode after a rough night–the roughest of nights–and make you sit up for another twenty minutes not so you could talk, but so that you could lay your head down (from the album Keren Ann) in her lap and just be and know that you were cared for. For twenty minutes. Oh, what a twenty minutes!
Listen to “Warriors” on MySpace.

Gabriel Teodros is smart, provocative, smooth, and intimate. Always intimate. The subtle organ on “Warriors” (from the album lovework) is much like the subtle beauty of Gabriel Teodros’s voice. Greet the voice like an old friend: let it take off its shoes at your door, let it sit at your table while you feed it, and let it sleep in your best bed, in your best head. Now use your best head, and walk on, empowered.
Listen to “(I’m a) Donkey For Your Love” on MySpace.

The band called Boat is not really a donkey for your love. They mean that only in jest. I think. But really, who cares, when they can say “Bah, bap-bup-bup-bup” in a song and not make it sound like a rehashed oldies tune. They’re carrying their weight in gold through the strength of their simplicity. Will the world ever tire of straightforward (yet still dynamic) rock tunes when they are done as well as “(I’m a) Donkey For Your Love” (from the album Let’s Drag Our Feet)? I certainly hope not.