MATT KELLY rues the day they inflicted the self-titled Chevy Chase album on the populace. It really is a shocker!
GARY STEEL gets a psychoactive adjustment listening to an epic remix project based on Stinky Jim’s Spatial Awareness album.
Witchdoctor’s doyen of bad taste MATT KELLY wrestles with one of the very best of the worst and actually likes this really terrible album.
Stick three improvising musicians in a hotel room for some spontaneous action and what do you get? Something special, writes GARY STEEL.
Jazz duets aren’t dead, they just smell weird, writes GARY STEEL about an odd sax/drums project.
Reunion albums often suck but they’re rarely as godawful as this egg-on-face progressive rock travesty, writes MATT KELLY.
GARY STEEL raves like a lunatic about a group whose new album is a real shot in the arm just when we need it.
MATT KELLY continues his epic new series with his review of an album that’s been dividing critics since its release in 1968.