The Zombies

Dog Ears Music: Volume 218

Phil Ramone and Danielle Evin | Posted 05.09.2012

Phil Ramone and Danielle Evin

This week we review music by The Zombies, This Is The Kit, Aim, Axel and the Farmers, B.Alone and more.

Still a Wizard, a True Star: A Conversation With Todd Rundgren, Plus Tonight Alive's "Starlight" (Exclusive)

Mike Ragogna | Posted 05.06.2012

Mike Ragogna

"I wrote a song about my high school girlfriend who broke my heart and have been milking it ever since. The irony of it is, it's the very first song I ever wrote and it's the song that's pinned on my back, kind of like 'kick me.'"

Talk About Pop Music

David Wild | Posted 08.31.2011

David Wild

I've decided that I don't care what pop music means anymore to anyone else. I only care about what's popular with me. And so from now on, I'm going to try and put my own small spotlight on some albums that really pop for me that you might not have heard otherwise.

One More Once: A Listen Back at the Records That Made 2010 More Bearable

Tony Sachs | Posted 05.25.2011

Tony Sachs

As a cranky, sleep-deprived new parent in the throes of box sets by hipsters, I declared (on Twitter, no less) that there was absolutely no need for me to hear Kanye's latest magnum opus. Until I heard a track on YouTube.

Brighton Beach Part 2: M&I Market

Josh Ozersky | Posted 05.25.2011

Josh Ozersky

This week constitutes an Ozersky TV epic journey: a trip to Brighton Beach involving sausages, madness, and unspecified malfeasance by two shady chara...

HuffPost Reviews: Neil Young, Tom Petty, Elvis Presley, And R. Kelly, Plus An Exclusive Of Neil Young's Live "Harvest Moon"

Mike Ragogna | Posted 05.25.2011

Mike Ragogna

Tom Petty's album Pack Up The Plantation was a somewhat rockin' example of his stage shows. In comparison, that release was nothing more than a handful of crumbs compared to the feast that is The Live Anthology.

New Tunes On Monday: Wilco, The Mars Volta, Don Henley and Christina Courtin

Mike Ragogna | Posted 05.25.2011

Mike Ragogna

The songs on Wilco's self-titled album are laden with fat, beefy hooks although there isn't the usual amount of boundary pushing here.