The Lampshades, a trio of Pittsburgh-by-way-of-Altoona ne’er-do-wells, is nothing if not ambitious. It hasn’t always entirely been this way. Sunshine, its 2005 debut, was more of a catalog of by-the-numbers…
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Captain Beefheart devotees, rejoice! Shape-shifter Don van Vliet might be deceased but his spirit — and that of his ever-evolving Magic Band — is alive and well in Pittsburgh. Local…
The ascending Pittsburgh quartet Soda Club treated a hometown crowd to its lazy-Sunday brand of guitar-driven indie-pop on Saturday, peppering a highly danceable, hour-long set of originals with covers of…
To hear some good reverb-drenched post-rock on the radio dial or the event horizon, you can do a heck of a lot worse than Heron, the Pennsylvania quartet that made…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
A very nice debut, indeed; this first offering from Mark Rogers and Mary Byrne, who hail from Pennsylvania, but met in East Atlanta through the growing music scene. Having moved…