Eels are capable of bone-chilling, howlin’-at-the-moon, terrifyin’ rock and roll, and when they are in
I’m kind of stuck in the middle of a Todd Rundgren jag at the moment.
“Chuck Berry, strawberry, cranberry and dingleberry, baby!” And so begins one of the most funked-up
I’ve been spinning tracks by San Pedro’s Minutemen all day, since it was 27 years
They were young, drunk, marketed as punk rockers and cut loose in Nashville, Tennessee, behaving
