Welcome to the firecrackers-strapped-to-your-Rust-Belt column ”Welcome To Pittsburgh,” as today we find ourselves entranced by stars yet lamenting another fine night of noise at the Polish Hill dive bar/cheap beer…
Justin Vellucci
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Justin Vellucci is a former staffer at Punk Planet and Delusions of Adequacy. His music writing has appeared in national magazines like American Songwriter and PopMatters, alt-weeklies such as Brooklyn Rail, Pittsburgh CityPaper, and San Diego CityBeat, blogs Swordfish and Linoleum, and the Gannett publication Jetty. He lives in Pittsburgh.
Kurt Cobain’s first solo record — recently released 21 years after his 1994 suicide and paired with a suspect ”documentary” film project of revisionist mythmaking and iconography — is a…
Inconsistencies, dagnammit! I want to really, really like, to love, to adore The Turbosonics‘ new CD, Tres Gatos Suave, a meaty slab of surf from one of Pittsburgh’s mightiest purveyors of the form. But,…
You’ve got to hand it to Canadien Carey Mercer, the principal performer-songwriter behind the baroque pop outfit Frog Eyes, whose Pickpocket’s Locket LP is licking ears these days around these parts:…
Dear Reader: Staff writer Justin Vellucci promised us a review of Oblique Quartet’s debut record, Tlaloc Beat, in his words, ”by the end of May, drop-dead latest.” As I am…
Welcome to, Welcome to, Welcome to Welcome To Pittsburgh. Long time, no see. My fault, really. Computer died, brain is fried, et cetera, et cetera. No time for small talk,…
Stephen Ulrich and his jazz/rock noir band Big Lazy will take up residency at the renowned Brooklyn joint Barbes starting in a couple short days and there seems like no…
It takes a great record to remind me how awkward it can be — yes yes, like dancing to architecture — to write about really good instrumental rock music. For the moment, the…
Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology turned 100 a few days ago, and Merge Records marked the occasion by re-releasing the oft-overlooked indie-folk gem it inspired, Richard Buckner’s majestic homage,…
Is it smoky in here or is it just me? [Rubs tears from bloodshot-red eyes; guy next to me passes out from lack of oxygen.] No, it’s definitely goddamn smoky…
Two Cincinnati bands prove The Afghan Whigs and The National are not maybe where this Ohio/Kentucky border city’s recent musical footnote ends in a quirky new split seven-inch out now…
Jim O’Rourke can resemble a complicated musical chameleon. Since the late 80s, he has blended a patchwork career in the avant-garde with explorations into cinema, post-, folk- and alt-rock, and…
This record begins with the uncontrolled wailing of guitar feedback and squalor, later joined by the gasps of a dying piano. And that’s a good place to start. Because, then,…
There is a whisper, a scattering of whispers, a whole orchestrated evening of whispers — a subdued kind of wonder and majesty to it all. But even though only her…
Faith No More, after an 18-year recorded absence, is back today with a new CD, Sol Invictus, and the band sounds as finely tuned and ferocious as ever, even if…
Want a quick hit summary on an interesting record? Zu’s Cortar Todo, out now on Mr. Mike Patton’s Ipecac Records, is a mind-bending mÁ©lange of metal, grindcore, math-rock and no-wave….
For the latest chapter in the ongoing saga that is la telanovela Calexico — Edge of the Sun, out now on Anti- Records — let us begin at the finale and…
Welcome to Popdose‘s latest installment of Welcome to Pittsburgh, part of your balanced, nutritious breakfast. It seems spring has sprung, though it snowed here on Earth Day — Mother Nature keeping…
Asunder, Sweet And Other Distress, the latest Constellation offering from Godspeed You! Black Emperor and the second full-length since its much anticipated 2010 reformation, hits all the right notes and…
Yes, the rumors are true, Mr. and Ms. Column Follower. Local Pittsburgh indie-rock superheroes The Gotobeds have signed to Sub Pop Records. Everyone’s people have dotted the dotted line and…
Now, that is what the fuck I’m talking about. From the first grungy, then vaguely pixelated, guitar chords of album-opener ”Trembling Hands,” Arizona, the second record proper by loop-rock ”band”…
In this fine, first edition of Welcome To Pittsburgh, a new, somewhat-irregular Popdose column dictating the independent musical pulse of the Rust Belt’s cultural capital, we find ourselves saddled with…
This is the story of a man and the guitar that took hold of him. The man styles himself Sir Richard Bishop, a Phoenix-bred guitar master known best for his…
The third single from Bonnie ”Prince” Billy’s Singer’s Grave A Sea of Tongues, out on Drag City and available on iTunes this week, is a deceptive study in mirrors and…
It’s hard to believe We Only Said operates nearly 4,100 miles outside Louisville, once- and always-home of post-rock icons Slint and Rodan. They just sound so downright Louisvillian. But so…
Listening to PAK, composer Ron Anderson’s vehicle driving through ears a frenetic pastiche of jazz, funk and math-rock, can be transcendent. Writing about them, though, is a whole other matter….
Rachel Grimes knew how to play the piano before she learned to walk. ”My dad and grandmother played, so I was always sitting beside them following along, watching and listening…
Sabina Maselli’s spirited avant-film experimentation is the perfect introduction to TÄ“tÄ“ma, the Anthony Pateras/Mike Patton duo debuting tomorrow on Ipecac. Both, it should be noted, are mind-blowing. Filmed in digital,…