John Peel is Better Than God and Chocolate

My life is pretty good.  I have a long way to go to get to where I want and I’m sure even when I get there, I won’t be satisfied–probably because I’m never content with anything. My point being, as each year slips by, there are a few people in my life, both private and…

Applied Communications : Heavenly Gospel by Lee Henderson

It is raining outside, and I am in kind of a bad mood. I’ve been trying to work on music all day andówhat can I say, there’s just no blood going there at all like hanging upside- down in a meat locker. I want to get something done today, though, and thankfully I have a…

Free Beer and Noise Pop

I met Janet Weiss yesterday. I think her husband was there too, you know, the other half of the amazing Quasi. I didn’t say hi to him, but almost embarrassed myself gloating over Weiss. She’s awesome. I think Quasi’s in town for Noise Pop, but I couldn’t find them listed anywhere. Anyway, Noise pop promises…

Say Hi : The Wishes and the Glitch by Lee Henderson

One of my favorite images of all time is a Shel Silverstein sketch of a man playing a guitar that is also his own face and torso. A guitarotaur, if you will. The cover of Say Hi (formerly Say Hi To Your Mom) ‘s fifth album, The Wishes and the Glitch, reminds me in a…

Ringo Starr : Liverpool 8 by Jory John

I’ll admit this here & now: Every time a former Beatle releases a new album, I’m hopeful, ready to give every benefit of every doubt. And this is true: I got teary eyed, once, when I was reading a review of a then-new Paul McCartney CD that received high praise. I couldn’t believe it, especially…

SMILE with Neil on Valentines

As you probably already know, Valentine’s Day is a holiday celebrated on February 14. In North America, it is the traditional day on which lovers express their love for each other by sending cards, presenting flowers, or offering confectionery. Named after two among the numerous Early Christian martyrs named Valentine, the day became associated with…

Valentines Day Bummer by Avery Monsen & Jory John

It’s February in San Francisco and it seems like everybody has somebody. The sun came out yesterday for the first time in weeks and love-struck assholes from every walk of life flooded the streets. There was kissing in the on the sidewalks. There was hand-holding in the corner store. There was what looked coitus in…

The Whigs : Mission Control by Lee Henderson

Full disclosure:  I am a former, and slightly fanatical, Athens, GA resident.  As such, January was a great month for me in terms of new music. Athens’ finest the  Drive- By Truckers’ latest opus “Brighter Than Creation’s Dark” does not disappoint,  and neither does Chan Marshall’s (Cat Power) latest, “Jukebox” (that Chan is technically a…

Evan Greenwald’s look at ’07 and more free tunes by FJP

I’ve been quite lucky to have so much help from great writers like Farhad J. Parsa, Evan Greenwald, Jory John, and John Hell. No longer is 4F a space for one person’s look at the current world of music, but instead, it’s a true collaboration. I’ve set up a separate page for Mr. Greenwald’s epic…

The ultimate guide to music for people in need of a root canal, by FJP

764-Hero : Terrified of Flight Bad Brains : Big Takeover sadsadfun : Ever Loving Light (the old version…it’s downloadable now) Spoon : Revenge! Spoon : Underdog CSS : Art Bitch CSS : Knife (Grizzly Bear Cover) Fiery Trees: Scorpio The Organ: Brother Pavement: Silence Kit Soft Machine : Instant Pussy Portishead : Strangers Portishead :…

Kingsbury: THE GREAT COMPROMISE by Evan Greenwald

There is little room for Kingsbury to be happy, apparently.  They’re melancholy of sometimes the best quality, like the Smashing-Pumpkins-meets-a-sad-version-of-the-Violent-Femmes of their album’s opener, “Corpse,” with the heavy church bells and the distorted humming guitar, the climactic gloom of “Buried Beneath the Trees,” or the heavy, sped-up march of “Blood In the Kitchen.” And sometimes…

Animal Collective: STRAWBERRY JAM by Evan Greenwald

Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but really, this is a musical achievement. A band has actually combined the weird-noise beep-boop-bopping of Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, the jolly dance of the circus, and, but only sometimes, the brainless insane screech of the screemo genre into one compact nine-song album. Imagine you’ve got yourself a fifty-five-minute,…