One can’t help but chuckle at the Red Elvises’ appropriation of cheesy American culture — the colorful bow-tie tuxedos, the lopsided pompadours, singer Igor Yuzov’s lounge-lizard panache. The band’s flair for fusing Russian folk music with American surf, rockabilly, and even disco led to interesting concoctions like “I Wanna See…
Here’s the problem with riding the ass-end of a musical wave where everything old is new again: The tide eventually comes in, and what was previously a tight refurbishment seems like trite regurgitation. Take London synthpop-rockers Boy Kill Boy — the band has a spacy ’80s sound reminiscent of Simple…
The first great tragedy of Sublime was the fatal heroin overdose of singer and guitarist Brad Nowell in 1996. The second great tragedy was the outpouring of compilations containing any smidgen of Sublime — demos, outtakes, bootlegs, live versions, remixes — regardless of how rehashed or half-assed. This double disc…
