Though he started out playing drums with The Flaming Lips, in recent years Stephen Drozd's role as cosmic tinkerer has expanded to include invaluable multi-instrumental contributions to the band’s sound. His recent soundtrack album is very much like an instrumental Flaming Lips record, but Drozd alone has crafted something here that is much more fun and engaging than the band’s recent output.   

Squirming and sidling through the tiny front barroom at Crazy Fox in Newport, I finally leap up the two steps that lead to the back room, where Duppy A’Jamba is rocking out for a packed house. I see the familiar faces of friends and join them on the perimeter of a jam-packed dance floor. Duppy frontman J Duckworth is a dancing, dervish hybrid of Peter Tosh and Joe Strummer. He punches the air with boisterous barks and shouts, straining a voice already ragged and raspy. And it's still early in the band's first set of the evening.   

It might have been a story of a Nick Hornby character living off the royalties of his father's hit Christmas song. But the story my father never told me until I was in my thirties is more like Tim Burton's film 'Big Fish,' wherein a son confronts the likelihood that not all of his aging father's wild tales could possibly be true, only to find out in the end that they were.  

Recently I met up with the members of local Reggae giants Super-Massive at The Mad Frog in Corryville, where they play every Thursday. The band is wrapping up a year that's included many successes and milestones, including the release of their self-titled debut CD in September and, just last month, winning their first Cincinnati Entertainment Award.  

Joe Henry's 'Scar' (2001) and 'Tiny Voices' (2003) are two of my favorite records from the last 10 years. So I'll be the first to admit that I might be approaching his new release with unreasonably expectations.  

Neil Young is hearing voices again. They speak, and Neil follows their commands. This time they've convinced him to release the sequel to an unissued album from 1977. Only Neil Young releases a sequel to a record that never came out.  

Strangely sexy pathos intact, PJ Harvey's ghostly ethereal voice cuts right to the painful point in the opening seconds of her new disc White Chalk, purring "Soon as I'm left alone, the Devil e  

Frank Zappa left behind a complex and precious legacy that remains, ironically, a relatively unknown American treasure. Over the course of a career that spanned three decades, he released over 80  

Imposing in stature yet disarmingly humble by nature, P.J. Herrington is a giant of a man with a heart of gold. A modest, modern mystic on a musical mission. Pulling his overloaded SUV into the pa  

2007, Not Rated Twisted animation with a raucous, cacophonous soundtrack, A Purge of Dissidents is the product of a unique collaboration between graphic artist Dalek and Noise Rock collective HAZ