Jump to Content

Author: Nathan Bevan

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #47 Sept-Oct 2003

St. Thomas – Hey Harmony

They’re an odd bunch, the Scandinavians. Maybe it’s because they live in a place where either the sun never sets or it doesn’t seem to rise at all, depending on the season. But one thing’s certain, they make wonderfully melancholy music. With artists such as Swedish ex-pro soccer player Nicolai Dunger, Iceland’s the Funerals and [...]

Read More…

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #42 Nov-Dec 2002

Okkervil River – Don’t Fall In Love With Everyone You See

The same America that gave us the Beach Boys also gave us Charles Manson, and for every Woodstock there’s an Altamont. Amid the gatefold-sleeved nostalgia for summer breaks, first loves or your first joint is the half-memory of that house on the block where something bad happened or the woods where a body was once [...]

Read More…

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #42 Nov-Dec 2002

Hayden – Skyscraper National Park

Hayden’s voice is as light as an angel’s kiss, and his songs creep up on you slowly, cozily unfolding like the half-remembered pieces of a waking dream. His blissed-out, lo-fi acoustica has won him fans from Steve Buscemi, who hired him to help score his directorial debut Trees Lounge, to Neil Young, who once signed [...]

Read More…

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #40 July-Aug 2002

Okkervil River – Don’t Fall In Love With Everyone You See

The same America that gave us the Beach Boys also gave us Charles Manson, and for every Woodstock there’s an Altamont. Amid the gatefold-sleeved nostalgia for summer breaks, first loves or your first joint is the half-memory of that house on the block where something bad happened or the woods where a body was once [...]

Read More…

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #38 March-April 2002

Ken Stringfellow – Touched

I should probably tell you how the Posies’ Frosting On The Beater nursed me through a particularly bad breakup, but that’s private and you don’t need to know. Suffice to say anything Ken Stringfellow does is likely to have a special place in my heart, and Touched bends over backward to earn every inch of [...]

Read More…

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #35 Sept-Oct 2001

Mark Eitzel – The Invisible Man

A Mark Eitzel gig can be the equivalent of a slow-motion car crash, painful to watch but impossible to look away. One performance I saw deteriorated into a heated war of words between the mightily pissed-off troubadour and some drunken hecklers. I wanted to walk out but couldn’t, convinced Eitzel would miraculously turn things around [...]

Read More…

Waxed - Record Review from Issue #34 July-Aug 2001

Mark Lanegan – Field Songs

Mark Lanegan is what the late Bill Hicks would’ve called a ‘six-lighters-a-day man,’ sounding not only like he smokes cigarettes by the truckload, but eats the ashtrays too. When coupled with the heavy psychedelia of his former band the Screaming Trees, his ocean-deep, molasses-thick baritone resulted in sonic assaults of seismic proportions. However, his solo [...]

Read More…

From the Blogs

Shop Amazon by clicking through this logo to support NoDepression.com. We get a percentage of every purchase you make!


Subscribe To the No Depression Newsletter

Subscribe to the No Depression Newsletter