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Imogen Heap in Concert
by Imogen Heap
Failure to Launch If this is the wave of the concert future, it may be best to clock out now and let others do battle with the rising ticket prices and astronomical service fees. |
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Aqualung in Concert
by Aqualung
More beautiful than strange It sounds just a tad too stuffy to let on that Aqualung sounds remarkably well-established, but that's the honest truth. |
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1964 in concert
by 1964
Roll over Beethoven Maybe it's the carbon copies (no, not love) that we need. Maybe they're all we need. |
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Un-Pubbed
by Tartan Terrors
Tartan Terrors in Concert Tartan Terrors set themselves apart from the plethora of Chieftains clones with the stage presence and tremendous sense of humor--a Celtic group worth seeing live! |
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Little Feat in Concert
by Little Feat
Tasty Chicken Nugget Easy on the ears, it goes down like Eric Clapton during his Derek and the Dominoes days if the lot of them had tripped out on the Grateful Dead. |
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Iron & Wine/Calexico in Concert
by Iron & Wine/Calexico
It's a kind of magic Singer-guitarist Burns plays the morose card perfectly, marrying what comes out as sad sack vocals with the sound and feel of a slightly-inebriated mariachi band, one that's fighting to stay on its feet and play one final song. |
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Lucinda Williams Live
by Williams, Lucinda
Fruits of Her Labor Lucinda: “I don't know why we even bother with a set list, but I don't wanna do the same damn thing every night, either.” |
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Sufjan Stevens in Concert
by Sufjan Stevens
Take it on the run Screw the superlatives already. Why dance around it? This is amazing, amazing music. It inspires. It creates fan boys out of full-grown men and groupies out of critics. |
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Ray Lamontagne in Concert
by Lamontagne, Ray
Stand by my woman What's he look like? Think Kenny Loggins subsisting for weeks on a bread and water diet. |
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Pinback in Concert
by Pinback
Four ways to survive your first Pinback concert If you can't hear the band, locate your nearest groupie and crouch down low: he or she will be singing along with the band in popular word-for-word fashion and all will be well in your world. It'll be almost like they're lip synching, but ... not. You'll just have to hope the boy so proudly trussed up in the faux hawk and girl's jeans is a good singer. |
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