Author: Jeff Copetas
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #73 Jan-Feb 2008
Whigs – Mission Control
The Whigs’ PR machine promises that this Athens, Georgia, rock trio has recorded their most “sonically superior” album to date with Mission Control. The problem with that is their 2006 disc Give ‘Em All A Big Fat Lip was such a charmer because it wasn’t a polished, sonic affair. It was a Replacements-esque home-recorded gem, [...]
Town and Country - Shorter Artist Feature from Issue #27 May-June 2000
Tarbox Ramblers – Packing the pub
Bring up the word “chemistry” in conversation, and chances are good that someone will cringe and relate a terrible story about an experiment gone awry in a high school or college class. Four years ago, however, a new Irish pub in Boston called the Burren decided to conduct a little experiment of their own. They [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #13 Jan-Feb 1998
Cheri Knight – The Northeast Kingdom
From start to finish, Cheri Knight’s second solo album (and first for E-Squared) brilliantly bounces back and forth from Emmylou Harris-like ballads to Liz Phair-esque rock, touching on everything in between. This album arguably defines the moniker “alternative country” and at the same time stomps on it, defying any genre tag anyone might throw out [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #13 Jan-Feb 1998
Chris & Carla – Runaround / Willard Grant Conspiracy – Archy’s Lullaby
Get yourself a cup of tea and a cozy blanket for this one. Light a fire in the fireplace (or for those of you in those ’80s Reagan-boom condos, go flick that switch on the wall). Drop the needle down on this 7-inch, and just relax. Chris & Carla of the Walkabouts and Boston’s Willard [...]
Town and Country - Shorter Artist Feature from Issue #11 Sept-Oct 1997
Buttercup – Heavy on the pop, light on the pedal
The last song on Buttercup’s first album, Gold, is a suitable microcosm for what the band seems is about. “That Shirt” backs you into the corner of the ring and just socks you one with a hook that’ll knock you senseless. Singer-songwriter Jim Buni chants the chorus, “You’re not so repulsive after all,” all the [...]
The Long Way Around - Feature from Issue #11 Sept-Oct 1997
Slobberbone – Common Sense
That name. Hard to forget, isn’t it? Like it or not, this Denton, Texas, quartet is sticking with it. They could have changed the name to accommodate a more mainstream acceptance when things started “happening” for them after they signed with Austin label Doolittle Records a couple years ago. But, as has been the case [...]
Miked - Live Reviews from Issue #11 Sept-Oct 1997
Scud Mountain Boys – T.T. The Bear’s Place (Boston, MA)
T.T. The Bear’s, for all intents and purposes, is a rock club, so a Scud Mountain Boys gig here promised to be slightly strange. Factor into this equation that Boston was holding some kind of Gavin rock convention they were calling “The Alternative Boot Camp”, which pretty much filled any club in town for the [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #10 July-Aug 1997
Grievous Angels – New City Of Sin
I know what you’re thinking. You see that band name. Then you look at the title. Maybe shake your head, raise your eyebrows a bit? You think maybe it’s a rip-off, some band trying to sound like Gram Parsons. Well, let me be the first one to smack you upside the head with the jewel [...]
Miked - Live Reviews from Issue #9 May-June 1997
Cigar Store Indians / Squirrel Nut Zippers – The Roxy (Boston, MA)
First of all, I have to explain the Roxy to you. It’s very purple. Yeah, purple. Dark, too. Dark and purple. Which could only mean one thing: a Euro dance club! Yikes, is that carpeting!!?? I was half-expecting to see someone wearing a sequin suit or everybody walking around with glow-in-the-dark drinks. Hell, Prince played [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #9 May-June 1997
Rosavelt – Carp and Bones
I usually complain when bands try too hard to sound like other bands. This Cleveland trio, however, is a exception. Though they draw from a well of several acts including the Velvet Underground, the Vulgar Boatmen, and perhaps a slight touch of Joe Henry, this album somehow made me forget all the reference points. The [...]
