Just how good can music be without a healthy pinch of myth-making pixie dust sprinkled right over it? “Not very,” is how Winston Yellen would probably respond.
  

Doom Metal five-piece Windhand is still a very nascent project, but it has a good shot at becoming a big name in its niche, since top-notch Metal label Relapse already signed the band in March.
  

Upstart two-piece (and, when live, four-piece) Pure Bathing Culture — led by old friends, romantic partners and Vetiver members Sarah Versprille and Daniel Hindman — filled the genre box on its Facebook page with “New Age/Slow Dance/Adult Contemporary/Spiritual.”   

A good overzealous band bio can make for quite the unintentional treat. Take what Simo and/or its management cooked up when someone decided to go off the rails with the hard sell. According to the bio  

Simo's eponymous 2011 record is workmanlike Psychedelic/Classic Rock with a good number of highlights, including the acoustic-gone-full-throttle-Rock rush of “Young Man, Old Man” and the boozy, midnight-hour-in-the-dive-bar Blues of “What's On Your Mind.”
  

Since taking shape circa 2007 as a duo hinged on the talents of Swann and vocalist Zahira Gutierrez (more personnel would be recruited from shows and house parties in Houston), Wild Moccasins have swi  

Formed in the late ’00s, the Oklahoma City Street Punk quintet Violent Affair has happily reaffirmed its ties to the genre in any way possible, whether by covering the fantastic Blitz or noting that  

Ordinarily, Indie Rock, Halo and skating share a whole heap of nothing in common. But for Wild Moccasins vocalist/guitarist Cody Swann, each of those things has functioned as an all-enveloping obsession at some point in his life.
  

Violent Affair reportedly came together to fill a local Street Punk niche no one else was filling — “We felt like if you wanted to hear a certain type of music, go and play it,” lead vocalist Dave Williams wisely said in a 2012 interview.   

Whoever came up with the notion to sepia-fy the cover of The Sun As It Comes deserves a drink. The image on the front of The Lonely Wild’s first full-length is a photo collage of skulls, rocks and m