Husband and wife Megan and Shane Baskerville’s first date was at a Motorhead concert at First Avenue in Minneapolis and, as their romance blossomed, they formed a ska band and eventually opened a School of Rock franchise in Arizona. In a previous life Shane had toured with a number of punk bands while Megan was a student of bluegrass, having grown up with a passion and love for country music.
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Glide Magazine debuts the new single from William Russell Wallace, “Different Savior,” calling it “ravishing … purrs with silk to sandpaper urgency that is freaky twang at its finest.”
William Russell Wallace’s essence is a timeless concoction that is a rare balance of vocal execution and harmonically driven rock and roll in its most raw form. With a throwback Americana style that sounds as if The Jayhawks jammed with Patti Smith, Wallace hoots, toots, and struts with a contagious abandon. Fans of new soul revival artists like Low Cut Connie and Ron Gallo will find something to adhere to on Wallace’s new album Confidence Man.
Americana Highways calls Stuffy Shmitt’s Stuff Happens one of the best albums of 2021
This set lights up like kindling drenched in gasoline. The instruments are bright, the music well-produced, the voice is a pit bull with a groove that is rock music as it should be in 2021. Stuffy Shmitt (vocals/acoustic guitars, National Steel guitar) has lots of musical pulp on his varied short masterpieces.
His core band is producer Chris Tench (electric & acoustic guitars /xylophone/piano/tubular bells/xylophone/glockenspiel), Parker Hawkins (electric+upright+fretless basses/vocals) & Dave Colella (drums/percussion).
On the 11-cut, 49-minute CD (already available), Stuff Happens (Realistic Records) was recorded in Nashville, TN. The songs have personality, wit, expressiveness & are ballsy.
Lonesome Highway: Stuffy Shmitt’s latest, Stuff Happens, is “a masterclass in grungy Americana”
One of my most played albums of the year, STUFF HAPPENS, from the idiosyncratic Stuffy Shmitt featured in our review section back in February of this year. It made an immediate impact, to say the least, with its stockpile of raging rockers alongside smooth ballads, which found the author digging into the memory vaults and recalling incidents and characters from his explosive past.
Settled and reinvigorated in East Nashville, following a near self-destructive existence in New York, Stuffy hooked up with producer Brett Ryan Stewart and multi-instrumentalist Chris Tench to record the album at Stewart’s studio in Franklin, Tennessee. What also followed were some striking videos to promote a number of the songs, filmed by the talented husband and wife duo Ahana Kaye and Iraki Gabriel.
Manuel the Band
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Hailing from Long Beach, California, Manuel the Band blurs the lines between rock, pop, and jam music, creating a warm, wide-ranging sound that’s every bit as diverse as the group’s Southern California stomping grounds.
Rooted in the savvy songwriting of frontman Manuel Grajeda, it’s a sound that makes room for electric guitar, pedal steel, a two-piece horn section, and deep-set rhythms. A sound that aims not only for the head and the heart, but also for the dancing shoes. Nowhere does that sound pack a bigger punch than on 2021’s Things That Can’t Be Seen, whose songs of love, loss, and personal growth find Manuel the Band putting a personal spin on the universal experiences we all share. Some of these experiences can’t be seen… but they can be heard, turning this album into a soundtrack for the ups and downs of modern-day relationships.
“Initially, we were going to do a six-song EP,” explains pedal steel guitarist George Madrid, who previously joined his bandmates on Manuel the Band’s debut, Room for Complication, in 2019. “Then we just kept recording. Manuel wasn’t going to stop writing songs, and we all wanted to keep going.”
Created during a time of global uncertainty and isolation, Things That Can’t Be Seen celebrates the joy of coming together, sharing the workload, and creating something that’s bigger than oneself. On “Without Me,” the band builds its way toward a radio-ready chorus, with all six members — Grajeda, Madrid, saxophonist Matt Kalin, trombonist Richard Fernandez, bassist Kevin Nowacki, and drummer Charlesworth — stacking their instruments into thick, lush layers. “Watch it Burn” swirls up an atmospheric cloud of brass, synth bass, and fiery guitar leads, while tracks like “Love But Don’t Need You” and “Post College” veer closer to Americana than alternative rock, thanks to a combination of vocal harmonies, acoustic arpeggios, and ambient percussion. Co-produced by the band and recorded at Jazzcats Studio, Things That Can’t Be Seen casts a wide net, finding room for electrified riffs, acoustic interludes, pop hooks, and multi-genre influences. If that doesn’t sound like anything else that’s blanketing the FM airwaves these days… well, that’s sort of the point.
“I’m a fan of Young the Giant, John Mayer, Kings of Leon, Dave Matthews Band, and Dispatch,” says Grajeda, who pursued a solo career in Long Beach before forming the band in 2017. “George plays pedal steel, which is a country instrument, but also works with a lot of jazz artists. Our drummer, Brandon, is a big fan of bands that blend lo-fi hip-hop with rock, like Gorillaz. We listen to it all.”
That wide range of inspiration has helped distinguish Manuel the Band from other contemporary rock acts. All six members bring their own influences to the table, resulting in a multi-layered sonic stomp that’s made the group one of SoCal’s go-to live acts.
Manuel the Band’s shows have already become the stuff of local legend, earning rave reviews from Music Connection Magazine (“the band is able to successfully transition from alternative rock and blues rock and funk and jazz so smoothly”), OC Weekly (“a very danceable and soulful blend unlike anyone else who ever shares a bill with them”), and Coachella Valley Weekly (“Manuel the Band’s shows are something you could take your parents to, or your kids to, and everyone would love it”). The group’s first release, Room for Complication, was even financed by the prize money awarded to Manuel the Band as winners of Battle of the Bands competition, proof that the group’s stage show and studio efforts have always gone hand in hand.
Even so, Things That Can’t Be Seen proudly stands on its own. This is the product of six musicians who’ve learned to celebrate the very things that set them apart. It’s wide-ranging music with a central message, delivered with determination, drive, and the daring to be different.
“Long Beach’s Manuel the Band are not your average rock band.” – Dead Press
“A very danceable and soulful blend unlike anyone else who ever shares a bill with them.” – OC Weekly
“The band is able to successfully transition from alternative rock and blues rock and funk and jazz so smoothly.” – Music Connection
“Manuel the Band’s shows are something you could take your parents to, or your kids to, and everyone would love it.” – Coachella Valley Weekly
Mimi Oz
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Her voice, at times ratcheted up to near Joplin-like intensity, just as readily morphs into confectionery doo-wop coos, or even punk rock sneer, like on the seething “Hate.” Recalling the passion and range of singer/songwriters like Angel Olsen at her most venomous, Lana Del Rey without the lethargy, and even Aimee Mann at her least morose.
From the gentle roar of opener “In the Water,” Mimi Oz communicates a wealth of emotion and color, as fuzzed out guitars bluntly elbow their way to the front of the mix before the song settles back into a harmony-laden piano ballad. The first words uttered here, “I was a sailor, stuck out at sea, drowning on 25 cold hard years of misery,” practically paints itself across your brain, an image conveying the richness of loss. The album itself flirts with a myriad of styles and genres, seamlessly shifting from Kate Bush-like buoyancy (“Caroline”), to brass-tinged soul-pop (“Time Will Tell”) to psychedelic piano rock (“Call Me Crazy”), each belying the ocean of talent and daring that Mimi Oz embodies. Rolling up elements of the past fifty years of music and imbuing them with the detritus of modern America: the tension of a hostile political climate, the claustrophobia of the pandemic, and the ways both engendered a culture of fear and abuse.
Mimi’s third solo album, Growing Pains, is a self-produced, seven song body of work recorded in both Toronto and NYC. Mixed by Grammy-winning engineer L. Stu Young, Growing Pains features performances by New York cellist/songwriter Meaner Pencil, keys, organ and wurlitzer by Aidan Scrimgeour and longtime Canadian collaborator Richard Weisdorf. Track “Call Me Crazy” was co-written by Mike Milazzo, with string arrangements by Dan Ricker of Under St Marks Theatre NYC. A guest performance by members Leigh MacDonald and Josh Aguilar of the Memphis group Zigadoo Moneyclips for the track “Caroline” was recorded by Grammy nominated engineer and producer Ari Morris. Mimi arranged all harmonies, string and horn sections, as well as playing acoustic guitar on select tracks, including the ballad “Star 111.”
Mimi Oz first burst onto the scene in 2013 with Three of Swords, an original debut produced by Toronto’s Bob Wiseman (Blue Rodeo). In 2015, she released her second album, Men Who Never Loved Me, and 2017 saw the release of a band EP, Baby On The J, by Mimi’s anti-folk group Rooster. Growing Pains was partly inspired by New York City, where Oz lived from 2018-2019. “Being in an area with such a rich artistic history really rubbed off on me and brought out so much creativity,” Mimi says.
Oz recently released a video for the final acoustic track on the album, “Star 111,” featuring choreography by Gabrielle Malone and Andrew Robinson (director of New York’s Metropolitan Opera). And while the world anticipates the return of live music with bated breath, Oz is taking full advantage of her free time, continuing to plug away at her songcraft and capturing the precarious spirit of modern times, while also perfecting her visual artistry. Luckily, while the world awaits to egress from our hibernation, we have records like Growing Pains to suture the cracks in our collective hearts.