Flowers By Ian Sherry 7/16/2025 Durand Jones & The Indications are a staple in contemporary soul, and Flowers is exactly as good as it should be. Along with Thee Sacred Souls , Durand Jones & The Indications are leading a small-but-steady wave of old-school soul that began rolling at the end of last decade. Composed of the excellent dual vocalists Durand Jones and Aaron Frazier, plus the band they formed in college, The Indications have certainty in their musical identity, given their control over its development and a keen awareness of their collective comfort zone. That doesn’t guarantee a successful project though - the next step is always the trickiest. Their last effort, Private Space (21) , is proof of that. Feeling the need to branch out stylistically, more prominently feature Aaron Frazier, and cover a variety of other bases, The Indications produced a solid record, but not their most cohesive effort. Since then, Durand Jones got a load of personal material out on Wait Til I Get Over (23) , and Aaron Frazier released his second solo project last year. The healthy relationship they’ve curated as co-creatives is richly evident in the band’s re-amped fusion this time around. Flowers ’ opening grooves aren’t standouts, but they establish the gentle trotting soul sound that became this record’s sweetspot. The fifth track, “Flower Moon,” is the best example of the initial safety-net-soul tunes, but the following “Really Wanna Be With You” is where the record takes off. Track 6 marks the album’s first noticeably gutsy undertaking. Staying within the already-established feel, The Indications began to focus on their more elaborate structural ambitions. Jones and co. are no strangers to a pre-chorus (or drawn-out songs), but this song features a sizable pre-chorus-chorus combo on two separate occasions in addition to a few strong verses. That kind of macho songwriting is very reminiscent of soul’s prime – but one name in particular springs to mind. If Durand Jones wasn’t intentionally channeling Isaac Hayes on this churning soul tune, Ike’s spirit was working through him. While The Indications don’t possess the firepower of a prime Memphis soul section, they clearly understood the assignment and with Jones pushing his vocal limits as the song’s frontman, the result is a standout track. Now Flowers is rolling. The album’s 7th track is the pinnacle of The Indication’s sound to date. “Been So Long” m akes excellent use of all the tools at the band’s disposal. Aaron Frazier is listed as the league vocalist, fitting for the songs initially dreamy feel. As the song progresses, however, Frazier fades more frequently into a host of mellow voices. That communal feel creeps up on the listener throughout the song, removing the focus from the primary vocalist and spreading it across all aspects of the music, from the subtly growing instrumentals to the lyrics of the 3rd and 4th verse (which are by far the catchiest on the album). Then, all too soon, the 3:16 has elapsed This band has a habit of getting stronger as they go. The balance between Frazier and Jones, which they wrestled with last album, has never been a combative issue to my knowledge, just a good problem to have when it comes to making cohesive creative music. The tentative middle ground between the two talented vocalists is an easy place to settle when it comes to using both to the best of their abilities; this album’s first 5 songs are evidence of that. However, as Durand Jones & The Indications dug deeper conceptually on the back stretch of the LP, the 2 talents began to find their perfect balance. Following the feel-good track 7, Aaron Frazier delivers a spot-on Smokey-like soul performance on “Everything.” Officially swapping slappers, Jones responds with a classic Indications-style socially conscious anthem in “Rust and Steel.” From there, Frazier and Jones share the performative load with ease, seamlessly combining efforts on the rangy soul track “If Not For Love” (which comes complete with a sick sax solo) and the well-placed closing track “Without You” . Flowers has left me with very few complaints, and believe it or not, I love not complaining! It was clear from start to finish that Durand Jones & The Indications had a firm grasp on their strengths, an awareness of potential weakness, and a concentrated will to create a product with those awarenesses in mind. The band’s muted sonic palate was a perfect match for all the album’s undertakings, providing the old-school feel and preventing the band from feeling thin in comparison to their soul predecessors. The songs feel intentionally arranged, and none are worth skipping. It’s an oh-so-satisfyingly complete album, and even without the old-school style, that makes this record a classic. Flowers is a 9.2.

GRAMMYS: IDEALIZED BY: Ian Sherry 2/3/2023 On February 5 the 65th annual Grammys will be held in Los Angeles. As usual it's no surprise that this year's Grammy nominations have been somewhat controversial. When evaluating an incredibly broad field such as an entire genre of music, narrowing candidates down can be difficult, however, they always manage to do worse than I expected. This year’s disturbing choices include the nomination of the song “abcdefu” by Gayle – a TikTok song that I used to be happily unaware of – as well as DJ Khaled’s bloated and overplayed album God Did, Jack Harlowe’s bland attempt at a reflective album, and a whole plethora of baffling exclusions. Now it's time to make up for their incompetence and soothe the frustrations of the die-hard music fan. I picked the most worthy artist from each category, and then I picked the artist I believe should win regardless of whether or not they were nominated. I am sharing my rationale for the four most prominent awards and providing listings for any remaining categories I feel qualified to pick. I am primarily selecting who I think is deserving to win, but I’ve included predictions as well. Enjoy. Record of The Year I will admit, right out of the gate, this is the hardest category to pick. The difference between song of the year and record of the year is that SOTY is more focused on songwriting and message, while ROTY is evaluated purely on the musical composition. This makes for an extremely broad category, so I am not upset by the ROTY nominations. My selection from the Grammy nominees would be Beyonce’s “BREAK MY SOUL”. It is an upbeat genre crossover powered by the incredible talent that is Beyonce, and it deserves the praise it receives. My personal selection is “born yesterday” by Quadeca. His 2022 album I Didn’t Mean To Haunt You is a favorite of mine and this song encapsulates the emotion and musical metamorphosis showcased throughout this landmark release. Either way you can’t go wrong, and in a strong musical year like this, you shouldn’t. Best Of The Nominees: “Good Morning Gorgeous” - Mary J Blige My Pick: “Born Yesterday” - Quadeca Prediction: “BREAK MY SOUL” - Beyonce Album of The Year I think there is a clear issue when none of the AOTY nominees delivered the best album in their given discographies. The only new album you could argue for is Beyonce’s RENAISSANCE. So, Beyonce is 2/2 to start. However, as much as I loved this album, it is not my choice for album of the year. While RENAISSANCE has many great tracks, some stick out in a bad way. By contrast, Wet Leg by Wet Leg is an album with no weak songs. This British duo took the Indie music scene by storm in early 2022, and for good reason. Their debut project is a masterclass in consistency, creativity, swagger, and sonic flexibility. I could go on and on about what makes Wet Leg great, but what’s more impressive, is I can’t come up with a reason they aren’t. This is the album of the year and if you haven’t heard it yet you need to. Best Of The Nominees: RENAISSANCE - Beyonce My Pick: Wet Leg - Wet Leg Prediction: RENAISSANCE - Beyonce Song of The Year The Grammys made it easy on me here. In a category that leans towards the songwriter, Kendrick Lamar is always a great candidate. His song “The Heart Part 5” sent a major message to his fanbase and the industry as a whole. He seamlessly addresses many societal issues which he considers fundamental and he does so in a concise fashion accompanied by a powerful music video. Fittingly, he samples Marvin Gaye, one of the greatest voices of commentary in our country’s long cultural history. The way Kendrick has performed over the last decade, I believe it's his time to enter that conversation as well, and a well-deserved win this year would only add to his recognition and multifaceted influence. Best Of The Nominees: “The Heart Part 5” - Kendrick Lamar My Pick: “The Heart Part 5” - Kendrick Lamar Prediction: “The Heart Part 5” - Kendrick Lamar Best New Artist To me there is a clear winner here. Wet Leg is Grammy-nominated and any other pick feels ludicrous to me. My one note is this: they will not pick Wet Leg. The clear trend in this category is selecting the most popular, mainstream, semi-new pop/hip hop artist available. There are plenty of well deserving artists that have lost or been fully excluded from nominations. Just in the last ten years, all of the following artists lost: Frank Ocean, Kendrick Lamar, James Blake, Anderson .Paak, Lil Uzi Vert, SZA, Greta Van Fleet, H.E.R., Black Pumas, Rosalia, Phoebe Bridgers, Kaytranada, and Baby Keem. And, those are just the artists that were nominated. To be fair it's an incredibly broad category, but the trend clearly points to this year's winner: Latto. Oh well. Best Of The Nominees: Wet Leg My Pick: Wet Leg Prediction: Latto If I haven’t lowered expectations too much, please enjoy this year's Grammys, and the following categories I have selected. POP Best Pop Solo Performance Best Of The Nomi nees: “About Damn Time” - Lizzo My Pick: “Sunshine” - Steve Lacy Prediction: “As It Was” - Harry Styles Best Pop Vocal Album Best Of The Nominees: 30 - Adele My Pick: MOTOMAMI - Rosalia Prediction: 30 - Adele DANCE/ELECTRONIC Best Dance/Electronic Recording Best Of The Nominees: “BREAK MY SOUL” - Beyonce My Pick: “BREAK MY SOUL” - Beyonce Prediction: “BREAK MY SOUL” - Beyonce Best Dance/Electronic Music Album Best Of The Nominees: RENAISSANCE - Beyonce My Pick: RENAISSANCE - Beyonce Prediction: RENAISSANCE - Beyonce ROCK Best Rock Performance Best Of The Nominees: “Wild Child” - The Black Keys My Pick: “Taking Me Back” - Jack White Prediction: “Broken Horses” - Brandi Carlile Best Rock Album Best Of The Nominees: Lucifer On The Sofa - Spoon My Pick: Lucifer On The Sofa - Spoon Prediction: Lucifer On The Sofa - Spoon ALTERNATIVE Best Alternative Music Performance Best Of The Nominees: “Certainty” - Big Thief My Pick: “Certainty” - Big Thief Prediction: “Certainty” - Big Thief Best Alternative Music Album Best Of The Nominees: Wet Leg - Wet Leg My Pick: Wet Leg - Wet Leg Prediction: Fossora - Bjork R&B Best R&B Performance Best Of The Nominees: “VIRGO’S GROOVE” - Beyonce My Pick: “VIRGO’S GROOVE” - Beyonce Prediction: “Here With Me” - Mary J Blige Best R&B Album Best Of The Nominees: Candydrip - Lucky Daye My Pick: age/sex/location - Ari Lennox Prediction: Good Morning Gorgeous - Mary J Blige RAP Best Rap Performance Best Of The Nominees: “The Heart Part 5” - Kendrick Lamar My Pick: “Walkin” - Denzel Curry Prediction: “The Heart Part 5” - Kendrick Lamar Best Rap Album Best Of The Nominees: It's Almost Dry - Pusha T My Pick: It's Almost Dry - Pusha T Prediction: Come Home The Kids Miss You - Jack Harlow

WALK WITH ME IV 11/14/2023 BY: IAN SHERRY Wow, this must be important for me to bypass the Gretel Hanlyn concert review, Rolling Stones review, and Grammy-talk. Correct. Well, we’ve been wishing for new music, and our wishes appear to be coming true.. André 3000 is releasing his first album in 17 years this Friday, November 17. After all this time, naturally, there’s a twist. It’s all flute. The third greatest rapper of all time, by my most current assessment, was ½ of the greatest hip-hop duo of all time. As Outkast, he and his partner Big Boi put out some of the most influential music in Southern Rap, hip-hop, and countless other lanes of contemporary music. From their Southern slice of life Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik, to their critically acclaimed Aquemini, or their prototypical smash-hit Stankonia to their ultimate two-part masterpiece Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, Outkast amassed one of the greatest discographies of all time. That, however, is where we run into our first and only problem with André 3000: as a solo artist, he doesn’t have a single album. Following the breakup of Outkast in 2007, André retreated from the spotlight. He seems to have enjoyed it so much that he has effectively stayed out of the recording business ever since. His low-profile trajectory reminds me of another talented artist whose time spent off the grid created high levels of anticipation around his return: Frank Ocean. He also released several fantastic albums, captivated a musically and culturally inclined audience, and then disappeared - only to give occasional features. The biggest difference between the two however, is we’ve gotten glimpses into André’s mind. His featured verses, although infrequent, are very insightful, and when coupled with his rare interviews, we can begin to create a picture of where he stands. André 3000 stepped away 17 years ago, trapped in a state of creative block. He tried to work through it by exploring other mediums, and has continued to do so while struggling with family deaths and mounting public pressure to do something, anything. In recent years especially, the dialogue surrounding his musical inactivity has shifted to retrospective. Less ‘I wish he would’ and more ‘I wish he would have’. Yet he summarized his position best when he explained that hip-hop is a young medium that relies on new swagger and fresh ideas. The point of emphasis there? New and fresh. André 3000 is aesthetically one of the coolest people alive. In his prime he rocked a dumb wig and now he wears strange hats, but in the eyes of his fans it all works perfectly. But gazing back into that emerging picture of his mind’s eye, I find it plausible that he truly believes he isn’t hip. And to be hip, after all, is engrained in the very name of his chosen genre. If he lacks that, he can’t function within it. It’s a reasonable stance that he’s taken, and although his fans' frustrations with him often leak through their caring attitudes, he’s stood on it. André 3000 left the scene while grappling with creative difficulties and the inability to produce,, and while he’s taken time to work through his challenges in different ways, including taking better care of himself, he hasn’t been able to get back to his lofty stature as an actively elite figure in hip hop. That’s fine, especially given our experience with talented, tenured artists forcing creativity with horrible results: Eminem’s Music To Be Murdered By, The Game’s DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind, Kanye West’s Donda 2, all of Kid Cudi’s 2023 singles, and I could go on. As I briefly mentioned, André 3000’s features still roll out occasionally, and they’re always top tier. This standard keeps continued pressure on him to produce new music. He has proven time and time again that he’s still capable, thrusting him into a greater state of current relevancy than he seems to realize.. While he may view himself more like a Lauryn Hill, his fans see him as closer to a Nicki Minaj. Lauryn Hill fans respect and support her decision to focus on her personal life, while Nicki Minaj fans have been waiting semi-patiently for the return of their messiah from motherhood since her last album in 2018, pouncing on every single and driving it to the top of the charts to lure her back out. With respect to the latter, you don’t see André 3000’s name on a tracklist without major conversation and praise to follow. Case in point: Killer Mike’s “SCIENTISTS & ENGINEERS” is Grammy-nominated this year, and guess who it features? So please allow me to summarize my stance. I whole-heartedly believe that André 3000 is a capable rapper, but what about his true ability to make music? The reason I’m unsure? Because he’s not sure either. And until he’s sure, I wouldn’t want him to force anything unnatural. So when I woke up this morning and saw he had an album coming out, I was a bit concerned. Then I found out it was a flute album, and I wasn’t surprised - in fact I was a bit relieved. I’m hoping this will give us a view into the creative space he’s embodying. If he seems to be thriving creatively in a musical space, of course I’ll want more. And I’ll continue to want to hear him on the mic. But, for now, this is perfect. I’ll listen, and I’ll read reviews. Some will rave about it, saying it’s the best (probably only) flute they’ve ever heard. Others will rip it to shreds saying he has no business experimenting with it, like they did his occasional guitar performances As a person with zero experience listening to or interest in the flute, I don’t plan to review it. I wouldn’t be qualified. Despite, or maybe in light of this being my all-time favorite rapper’s solo debut, I can’t bring myself to opine on something I’m not capable of properly critiquing. I’ll listen to it, form an opinion, and move forward. And I hope André continues to move forward as well.

Anderson .Paak: Freedom Hill 10/5/24 10/29/24 By Ian Sherry On January 15, 2016, Anderson .Paak released Malibu. On October 5, 2024 I saw him perform it live. When I was in 8th grade, I had what I considered a pretty wide-reaching taste in music for a kid my age. Most of my musical discoveries at the time were either handed to me directly from my dad or I found them digging through his Itunes library. I had my favorites - old-school hip-hop, Motown standards, that 4 month Journey kick I had in 7th grade, or every bit of Prince material I could get my hands on - but I had and have a few weak areas as well. One in particular stood out: I hardly knew any new music. In an age before I had access to the unlimited horizons Spotify provides, if it was new and it didn’t get played on the radio (which I generally disliked anyway) then I had no way to hear it. That is until the fateful summer night I heard “Come Down” . I was watching TV with the family when I heard Anderson .Paak’s most energized anthemic song to date being used on some commercial (obviously not a good one because I only remember the song). I casually slipped off to the basement, pulled out my brand new phone and found the song, then another, and another, and the rest is history. The trajectory of my music fandom had changed forever and I knew it. As I listened to “Come Down”, then “Jet Black” , and “Am I Wrong” I fell in love with a new artist, not for the first time in my life, but for the first time all on my own, and that meant everything. Now, a few weeks ago I was blessed with the opportunity to relive that night. Let me tell you about it. I was lucky to latch onto the .Paak train when I did in 2019, because following the acclaim he earned with Ventura , that year’s release, he took the next decade by storm winning 6 Grammys in 4 years and dominating the pop charts as Silk Sonic , alongside the ultimately efficient hit-maker Bruno Mars . The material responsible for .Paak’s eruption onto the scene is some of the cleanest of his career, so its success is no mystery. However, regardless of the accolades, the attention, or even the artistic maturity of his later releases, Malibu remains his best piece of work. At his core, Anderson .Paak is a musician. You can really feel that on Malibu , for which he performed and recorded all of the drums before mixing the rest on his laptop. You can feel the difference in both philosophy and product between .Paak’s intentionally constructed pieces of music on this record and the standard formulaic production that is standard today. While most rap, pop, and r&b producers are looking for that golden hook or sample they can run throughout the song, .Paak spends all of his time searching for grooves. On Malibu, he does nothing but find them, one after another. That’s due in part to the talent Anderson associates with: The Free Nationals (more on them later), Robert Glasper , KAYTRANADA , and Madlib all make instrumental or production contributions to the album as did a cast of musicians and producers that worked alongside other musically excellent acts like D’Angelo , JAY-Z , John Mayer , even Nine Inch Nails . Big names I know, and their individual instrumental contributions are evident on every song in an intentional and impactful way, but make no mistake, Anderson .Paak is the common denominator from which this music emerges. Each track thrives in the coordination of many moving parts and the result is 16 comfortable performances backed by smooth progressions, transitions, and the multi-genred sonic excellence .Paak aims to capture. No album better illustrates his dual prowess as a musician and entertainer than his 2016 record, so naturally, when I heard he was taking one of my all-time favorite albums on tour 8 years later, I couldn’t miss it. THE SHOW As a conscientious objector of arena shows I was happy to hear Anderson .Paak’s Malibu Tour would be gracing Freedom Hill, one of the Detroit area’s better sizable outdoor venues. Maurice Brown came on first as my partna and I traversed the parking lots and concourse. In the vein of his headliner, Brown is a jazz, hip-hop dual threat who performs on trumpet and as an occasional MC. GAWD followed as I found my spot on the hill. The feminine-energetic duo (Good Ass Women Deserve) lives in the wide umbrella that is contemporary r&b and as a result they have yet to settle anywhere specific. Their set, which lasted in the neighborhood of 45 minutes, was a solid performance that showcased plenty musically and got the ball rolling with crowd engagement, a big focus for the entire night. Their live sound was very 80s-reminiscent, but it had hints of house and modern west-coast electronic. They confidently flexed their songwriting with catchy hooks and choruses while performing rigorous dance routines in tandem backed by a bouncy pop-funk band. They bit off a lot and largely executed with energy, aside from some of the more challenging singing. Their modern pop/r&b vocal choices better lend themselves to studio-to-radio arrangements as they proved to be difficult to execute live and raw. Both openers did a great job of prepping the environment for the main attraction, and as they exited and the pre-show playlist kicked on for the last time, the countdown began. The entire production was solid back to front, and it started with the pre-show mix. “Crowns For Kings” , a fantastic contemporary hip-hop collision between Black Thought and Benny The Butcher started playing and immediately put me in a good mood. It’s then that I noticed how mic-heavy the drums were and realized (though I should have assumed) that Anderson .Paak would be singing from the drumseet. The longer I sat and waited the more me excitement grew, and I started reflecting on the performative skill it must require to do what he was about to do. That showcase of instrumental consistency on a pacekeeping instrument in a percussion-centric sound in addition to the vocal exertion of rapping is something I couldn’t wait to see. To me it elevates him to a greater category of lead performing musicians. Some, like Raphael Saddiq brand themselves as musicians on the strength of their creative and compositional skills. Others, say Robert Cray , on the unique strengths of their instrument in tandem with their voice. Then there's those who fit both descriptions - like Stevie Wonder or Curtis Mayfield . It was perfect then, that while I waited to see an artist with a categorically similar skill-set, Mayfield’s “So in Love” suddenly washed over me. The best track on his impeccable 1975 LP is one of my very favorite love songs of all time. From the first note, per usual, I was trapped in the soulful combination of keys and brass, not to mention Mayfield’s signature piano-like guitar that perfectly sets the stage for his uniquely firm yet delicate voice. One of the greatest vocalists in American music, Mayfeild’s ability to stretch his voice to its limit in a sustained fashion was responsible for his heavenly tone, and as the song glided along that’s what I found myself thinking about. I thought about the strength of his vocal control, how he was a true performer in the studio and out, and I felt lucky to soon be seeing a man with similar talent. As Anderson .Paak was introduced, Maurice Brown took the stage alongside the Free Nationals and got the program started on trumpet. As he began to riff on “The Bird” the screen lit up, and finally, on camera backstage wearing a baby blue embroidered suit, .Paak started making his way to the stage performing the first track of his best album. Immediately, the energy, sonic quality, and confidence elevated across the board, and as that sunk in he made his way to the drums. A drummer by trade, .Paak is no stranger to the instrument and he made that abundantly clear throughout the night, rotating between the drums and center stage, and consequently between stylistic personas (the pop-star frontman, the nimble-drumming master of breath control, and the solist-level drummer in a great band). His strong supporting cast made those transitions easy. Starting with track 2, “Heart Don’t Stand a Chance” , and continuing throughout the night GAWD provided the washy background vocals that play a huge role in bolstering the album’s sound. Regardless of who is filling it, the role is essential in that sound, especially in a live setting where precise sonic balance is needed to accommodate a lead singer who drums and raps simultaneously. That wasn’t the only trick up .Paak’s sleeve (which flipped from blue to an identical red version at his mid-show wardrobe change). “The Waters” is one of the smoothest songs on the record, largely because of BJ Chicago Kid ’s vocal contributions, so, to help it translate to a live performance in BJ’s absence, the Free Nationals’ secret weapon Ron Avant stepped in. The band’s keyboardist played swiss army knife all night, painting keys across every track while contributing as an occasional background vocalist, commanding the talkbox to its full effect, and acting as .Paak’s hype-man. Malibu cannot be executed live without that kind of versatility. It thrives in the fullness of its sound, and while .Paak’s rhythmically focused drumming is an excellent addition to their live show, he can’t replicate that music alone. Togetherness was a major theme on October 5th. It was most evident in the way Anderson .Paak interacted with his band and tourmates, but it continuously factored into the crowd interactions and messaging throughout the night. Track 4 stood out in that way, and it was no mistake. “The Season | Carry Me” is the heart of Malibu . Many of .Paak’s strongest album moments through the years have benefited greatly from nostalgia and emotional songwriting. On this two-part song, with the help of Bill Withers , .Paak writes about and reflects on his childhood and the surroundings he came up in. The first half relishes in the triumphant aspect of his journey that began in Oxnard CA, but the later half was the show-stopper, literally. As he concluded the song’s last verse, he cut the track and told a story about his mom. With the help of Ron Avant - his conversation partner of choice- .Paak began to paint this picture: his usually strict mom took him to the mall on his birthday. Since there allegedly wasn’t much to do in the mall then aside from visiting Foot Locker, and young Brandon happened to be in need of some shoes, that’s where they went. That’s where he met his first love - “A grown ass woman?” asked Avant - no, it was a pair of jordans. From there, it quickly became clear to past Anderson and his future audience just how much his mother loved him, as he went on to explain that not only did she buy him the not-so-cheap footwear, she carried him (but more-so the shoes) safely over the dirty sidewalk to the car. It was a sweet humorous story that cleverly culminated with the line “Momma can you carry me?”, the final hook and jumping off point for the song’s outro. How do you follow up a moment like that not half way through the show? Well Anderson .Paak decided to announce this next song was about Jose Rios’ ex girlfriend, and as the band's guitarist stood there speechless for just a moment, .Paak jumped right into track 5. That kind of smooth showmanship was the standard for the duration of the show. Whether it be the washy samples between songs that aided the transitions and kept the performance accurate to the album or the features on screen that ranged from colorful background graphics to what I think was an AI rendition of the Family Matters Theme song with the Free Nationals in place of the Winslows, the show had clearly been carefully planned with a broad audience in mind. As the show progressed into the middle of the album, crowd engagement became even more of a focus. .Paak and co. consistently tried to get the fans to participate in a variety of capacities, clapping, call and response, singing along, pulling out the flashlights, hanging out with DJ Peewee - you know, all the concert classics. He flew through the albums mid-section, still moving between the drums and center stage and performing every performable aspect of the album until it was time for a break. After gliding across track 10, “Room In Here”, which normally features The Game and Sonyae Elise , .Paak and most of the band exited, leaving GAWD and Avant alone on stage with DJ Peewee, a giant projection of .Paak who appeared on screen wearing a black bob wig and some big shades. He tried a bit of awkward pre-recorded crowd engagement before dropping the needle onto his Malibu vinyl and giving way to GAWD and Avant who performed “Water Fall (Interluuube)” . In the moment it felt like a thinly veiled break for the performers, who did deserve a breather, but in hindsight it symbolized the halfway point in the show. While GAWD and Ron Avant held it down on stage, .Paak and the rest of the Free Nationals took a moment backstage to prepare for the daunting second half of the performance. He made it clear upon his return to the stage that the energy levels would rise one way or another in the second half, as the sizable but reserved crowd had been annoyingly sluggish (although attentive) to that point. Immediately they succeeded, as the infectious spirit of “Come Down” asserted itself on the audience. The most popular song on the album mustered some genuine fan participation that carried through “Silicon Valley” , they stayed engaged through the somewhat cathartic “Celebrate” and lastly an energized rendition of the positively spirited finale “The Dreamer” which concluded .Paak's 2016 masterpiece. At that point, having successfully achieved the main goal, a positive high-energy finish to the album, .Paak exited the stage and let his band take over. As the Free Nationals reintroduced themselves and began to perform a few of their best, I reflected on how lucky I was to see that album performed live and how cool it was that I was now watching a great band perform a pseudo-encore despite the crowd not necessarily earning it. It was a good concert experience, and I was satisfied listening to the good vibrations of “Eternal Light” , that is, until they brought .Paak back out. That’s right, after performing the entirety of Malibu, Anderson .Paak came back on stage, this time performing songs from across his discography. I was particularly happy to hear “Make It Better” and “Come Home” from Ventura and “Bubblin” , all three of which were in my initial tight rotation of .Paak’s music. He brought hits from all phases of his career, rattling off song after song including new singles and work from his most recent NxWorries project , all in a pleasantly unrelenting attempt to send the crowd home entertained. He dipped into his Silk Sonic catalog and threw it back for the more long-time fans, particularly with “Dang!” which he dedicated to his late friend Mac Miller who’s featured verse was performed live by Maurice Brown. I felt as though .Paak had taken me and every other possible attendee into consideration by performing a variety that anyone could at some point identify with. That means he delivered. I’ve been to a respectable number of concerts now and the best ones have been those where the audience would die for the artist. Two come to mind: when I saw Aretha Franklin ’s last concert in Detroit, and when I saw Action Bronson in Chicago. The first audience represented a storied musical city coming forward in a big way to see, support, and have their hearts filled by their queen for what ended up being the last time. The second audience consisted of a cult-like group of fans who in many ways emulated the persona of the man they came to see. In both of those cases the artist energized the crowd with ease, but the crowd bolstered the artist as well. That give and take is essential, and .Paak seemed well aware of that. He made crowd engagement a point of emphasis for not only himself but his openers, and while his efforts to cultivate the ideal concert experience didn’t result in the most elite concert crowd experience, any shortcomings fall squarely on the shoulders of those who paid to see him. The kind of work and thought he puts into a performance like that combined with the level of talent he possesses deserves an audience on par with those select few. That's because is an artist on par with a select few - and that late summer night I got to see him live.

Coverage Vol. I 12/2/23 BY: IAN SHERRY Cover songs are one of my favorite music industry phenomena. When done well, cover artists pay homage to the original song while offering their own spin or twist. Sometimes they see massive success, surpassing the original, such as Aretha Franklin’s “R espect” , Johnny Cash’s “Hurt” , Chaka Khan’s “I Feel For You” , and I could go on. One of my favorite exercises is digging through versions of a song that’s been covered over and over, and picking the best version. You can often find great performances by legendary artists that you didn’t even know existed. I always seem to find at least one. Would you like to try one with me? The Beatle s are one of the most covered artists of all time. For my first in a forthcoming series of articles, I felt it would be fitting to start with a Beatles original: “Got To Get You Into My Life” . One of the bigger songs off their culturally essential Revolver, this track has settled into an interesting niche, like much of the album. The cinematic instrumentals sit in back with a more restrained vocal in front that branches out on the chorus. I heard someone call it The Beatles’ Motown song. In short, it’s a song with great bones and lots of moving parts, making it an enticing candidate for covers. MENTIONS Chicago (Live in 75) - This is a fun live performance, and while it’s well done, they play it fairly straight. It doesn’t separate itself from any live Beatles or McCartney version. Joe Pesci- I only mentioned this because it’s crazy to hear such a prolific rapper branch out. There's lots of ‘ohs’ and ‘heys’ to be had here - if you’re into that kind of thing. Daniel Johnson- Johnston’s awkward low quality performances h ave touched many people. He thrives in a raw emotional space, but sometimes he can be grating, and unfortunately this cover is one of those instances. Blood Sweat & Tears- It pains me to rank this band within the ‘Mentions’ instead of slotting them above the Beatles original. Blood Sweat & Tears scratches a very specific big band/raw vocal itch for me. They often elevate songs with their arrangements and instrumentation, but this time they didn’t do quite enough to surpass the original for me to justify bumping them up into the Top Four. TOP FOUR I can’t explain why four is the right number, especially as a believer in the rule of three. Maybe I just want to be different. Lucky for me, this time around, the top four are a step above. NUMBER FOUR The Beatles, 1966 Yes it’s the original, and that certainly counts for something. In fact, if it weren’t the original it might have slipped out of the Top Four, which may happen at some point in this series. But not this time because th e original is a creative masterpiece. A massive song with room to get bigger, the Beatles really nailed it instrumentally. However, I have an issue with the vocal performance: the energy and tone feel a bit meek in comparison to their backing. McCartney elevates his vocals for the chorus, but it feels a bit sudden. While the initial surprise factor pays off the first time around, you only hear The Beatles for the first time once. Did they do anything wrong? Not necessarily. This is just the Revolver sound in a nutshell. It strikes a unique balance between all of what makes The Beatles great, but in a semi-chaotic way. That organized chaos is responsible for the large number of fans that choose Revolver as their top Beatles album. However, I’ve always preferred the cleanness of Abbey Road, and my next pick reflects that. But, I have a final note: The Beatles are so good, this song included, that I have to argue against them in order to justify them sitting anywhere but #1. NUMBER THREE Dave Koz And Friends Summer Horns, 2013 When you talk about covers, you want the artist to elevate the song and clean up some missteps the original artist may have taken, such as the Beatles safe vocals. I don’t listen to much instrumental music, and this isn’t the only instrumental cover out there, but this one really stands out. Although it’s difficult to strike a balance between the vocal arrangement and backing instrumentation on a purely instrumental song like this, Koz’s cover has a remedy that elevates the song: just add more horns! This same sentiment is shared by the group occupying the top slot, but the pure woodwind firepower on this track is unmatched. Instrumental music can be boring to some, but thi s energized cover couldn’t possibly bore anyone. Check it out. NUMBER TWO Ella Fitzgerald, 1969 Nobody claims songs like powerhouse Black female vocalists of a certain era. Nina Simone, Etta James, Aretha Franklin, and of course, Ella Fitzgerald. Incorporating many of the same elements as The Beatles, Fitzgerald plays it as close to the original as anyone on this list, but her subtle changes set this 1969 cover apart. Her version opens with a subdued and simplified instrumental approach, making it easier to execute her clean jazz sound above the slightly chaotic arrangement of the original version. The instrumentation dances through her verses throughout, keeping the song upbeat, simple and clean. Then Fitzgerald elevates vocally and the music follows suit, rising to a crescendo at the high point of the hook. She yells ‘Got to get you into my life’ as the horns and background vocalists swell in unison. After the high point, the elevated sound continues, as she vocally freestyles through the final fade. She takes full ownership of the song by redesigning the builds and adding her signature vocal flavor. I can’t ask for more than that. NUMBER ONE Earth Wind & Fire, 1978 I suspect this is the second best known version of the song (behind Joe Pesci, of course). This isn’t just the best version of this song, it’s one of their best tracks ever. Earth Wind & Fire is one of the greatest American bands of all time, so that says a lot. I heard this version when I was a kid and didn’t even realize it was the same song until years later because it is so far elevated. The horns are clean, their signature background vocals are perfect, the addition of the stand-alone electric guitar is genius, the bass is more present than any other version, even their swagger elevates the song. Maurice White also outsings everyone on this list with sustained superior vocal range, rising up with the instrumental instead of joining it for brief splashes on the chorus. This was a track waiting to be done perfectly, and nobody is better suited to rise to the specific demands presented than Earth Wind & Fire. I think you’ll agree.

WALK WITH ME 8/13/2023 BY: IAN SHERRY Walk with me for a moment. Or rather, jump, with me, into a world where music is nonverbal. There are no vocals. Conversations discussing the greatest musicians of all time don’t include Prince or Aretha Franklin. Instead they focus on the giants of the ‘classical’ music era or the pioneers of Jazz. Genres like rock and roll or hip hop, genres which rely on a balance between instrumental and vocal rhythm, don’t exist. At least they don’t exist as we know them. Celine Dion works at a coffee shop, Marvin Gaye has recently taken a step back from his lengthy yet local career as an activist for civil liberties in the greater Washington D.C. area. You’ve n ever heard of Elvis Presley and you don’t need to have an opinion on him. Rodriguez was able to retire just a few years earlier from his factory job on Detroit’s west side and Marshall Mathers’ relationship with his mother withered to an uneventful conclusion at the hands of bitter yet mild-mannered and mutual avoidance. I could go on. You love music, as you should. It may be at the center of your life. You might listen to it every night with your family over dinner, or as you work through your days. Maybe it puts you to sleep every night or wakes you every morning. It might perfectly encapsulate a feeling you can’t otherwise explain, or make you feel ways nothing else does. You might even go as far as to say it's the most important thing in your life, that if you couldn’t hear you couldn’t go on. And that may be true. But even then, you would have no idea what you’re missing. It’s a crazy thought right? Vocals are an intrinsic part of what we know as music. Not all of it, but at this point, to me, it’s more noticeable when a track doesn’t have vocals than the reverse. There’s no point in attempting to pinpoint the invention of ‘singing’ as we know it. Instead, I offer the assumption that it can be traced back to before the human race reached its current genetic resting place. It’s inseparable from the human experience. Lyrics are responsible for the basis of much of the world’s shared culture, and the entirety of old-school educators’ beloved Classics Department. (I’m a fan too, don't get me wrong). Lyrics are not only a musical luxury, they are a mankind essential. They tell stories, plural. They have their own message (ideally), but beneath that they tell the story of whichever world and worldview birthed them. Whether it be a world of po litical turmoil, a world of prosperity, a world of famine or economic depression, a world of emotional depression, or a world seen through the eyes of love. This world is delivered through the filtered consciousness of the writer on paper, then again through the voice of the performer. Whether it be the same person or not, there are several stops on the road to the audience’s ears, but all trace back to their perception. Their point of view. Instrumental arrangements can deliver excitement, composure, emotion, and co untless other equally important feelings. But, one thing they simply cannot deliver is a point of view. This makes the most important job of the vocalist to deliver that exactly. A point of view. Otherwise, you’re doing nothing a powerful bassline or horn solo couldn’t deliver in its own right. Otherwise your voice is no more than an instrument, one with organic flaws and inconsistencies that Robert Cray’s guitar and Dizzy Gillespie’s trumpet don’t possess. Those flaws are less justifiable when the innately human component, that is perspective, is absent. This brings me to my daily union-supplied diss: Mac DeMarco. Believe it or not, I value my time on God’s greenish Earth, yet I still decided to listen to 9 hours and 30 minutes of Mac DeMarco. I did so with the intent of writing a review on his lengthy 2023 album, but a day later I was so severely mentally and emotionally beaten I withdrew in an attempt to salvage faith in mankind. Could I have written a lengthy Applebee’s Yelp-style revi ew? Yes. Could I turn this into that in an instant? Yes. But, because this is a sort of love letter to music, like that text you send your friend at 3:00 that is unintentionally received as concerning instead of wholesome, I’ll be prompt. Mac DeMarco barely says words, and when he does, they add nothing lyrically and little to nothing rhythmically. It’s neither helpful nor welcome in my book. No thank you Mac. However, it does make me appreciate real vocalists. Take D’Angelo, and I’m thinking Voodoo specifically. His best album, in my opinion, might as well be an instructional manual for what Mac DeMarco attempted to assemble without unboxing the directions. In the year 2000, aided by Questlove on Drums and a long list of heavy-hitting studio artists across hip hop, jazz, and r&B, D’Angelo headed the production for his brand new atypical r&b sound. Voodoo focuses almost exclusively on finding and holding grooves. Much of the time, the vocals come across as a sonic afterthought, there to decorate the sound. (“Untitled (How Does It Feel)” is the exception). However, the lyrics don’t get a break just because they aren’t at the musical forefront. There is no better example than “Devil’s Pie” which I believe to be one of the best songs of this young century. Instead of attempting to go in depth at the risk of failing to do D’Angelo justice, I’ll opt to encourage you to, please, listen for yourself. While you’re listening, if unpacking lyrics isn’t your jam (music pun), you could imagine D’Angelo is the first person you’ve ever heard sing over what you previously knew as music. Imagine how you’d feel as the worlds of poetry and music collide. Imagine the weight this new combination might carry. You could even compare it to any track of Mac DeMarco’s musical boot camp or perhaps your favorite instrumental tracks. The difference is palpable, because good vocals add something that no other instrument can: a point of view. Thanks . P.S. Here is a short, semi-random, list of songs I consider to have perfect vocal performances. “Hope She’ll Be Happier” , Bill Withers “Change” , Big Thief “Pink Matter” , Frank Ocean feat. Andre 3000 “Save The Children” , Marvin Gaye “Nude” , Radiohead “Never Dreamed You’d Leave In Summer” . Stevie Wonder “Heaven - Live” , Talking Heads “That Feeling” , Durand Jones

Diving Into Gadabout Season By Ian Sherry 10/23/2025 On June 13, 2025, Brandee Younger released her latest solo LP, Gadabout Season. We have deemed expansion necessary, to new heights, new depths, new mediums, greater variety, and widened horizons. The relationship between demand and results, however, can be trepidatious. (Now switching out of the royal collective) I have been in the lab for you all, ruminating on an expanded product and the potential of a community attached to such a product. For now, you are that community. You are also the face of that torturous monster called Pressure. It’s a monster of my own creation, constructed from the expectations I imagine you all might have for me. Under Pressure is where I’ve done my best work, but his weight is tremendous, difficult to carry. This most recent phase of expansion has forced me to reckon with my inability to lug him any further, examine the ethics of projecting my own lofty expectations onto you readers, and grapple with the fact that pressure may not equate to progress. Pressure makes diamonds. But, is frozen crystal my desired form, or does my path require malleability? Maybe it’s not a push I need after all, but a pull. To run towards something is much different than away. Watching your goals come into view is a sounder reward than watching worries fade slowly into the rearview. The fact is, they can always catch up and present new reasons to move forward. Knowing that, there’s no point in dwelling on their presence, no matter how near, because you may miss something on the path in front of you. As I scanned my path a few months back, I stumbled upon two music courses to complete my journalism-filled collegiate schedule. Yes, I’ve been in the lab, the music lab, and it’s just what the doctor ordered. With just a bit more knowledge, optimism, and moxy than I had yesterday, I bring you my review of Brandee Younger’s 2025 LP, Gadabout Season. Brandee Younger arrived at an interesting time in jazz. A genre in no real danger of dying due to its lack of a single definition, the lines of jazz grow increasingly blurred in the electronic era. How does an artform built on pillars like improvisation and swing survive in a world of endless sonic possibilities where musical form as we know it has been simplified to production software displays, and abstracted, ambient electronic production has become a commonality? How do you wrangle the interest of an audience with shrinking attention spans, access to a skip button, and ears trained to subversive autotune? Well, if anyone can navigate that dilemma it’s Younger. First trained classically at NYU, then as an apprentice of jazz (adjacent) greats like Pharoah Sanders, Ravi Coltrane, John Legend, and The Roots, she gained experience in bridging generations and genres. So, when it came time to go solo, Brandee Younger was more than equipped to form a sound around her chosen chordophone: the harp. In my experience with the harp, its often are used as melodic fill behind the rhythm-driving instruments or overshadowed by horns. Music that solely features harp almost always feels loose and thin – sonically elegant but musically stagnant. That’s a line Younger toes at times on this record. Track 1, “Reckoning,” is a great example of the kind of flourishing and solo melodic blitzing I’ve come to expect from a lead harpist. It’s exciting, but borderline overstimulating and across an entire record it would produce the fatigue that I believe most jazz-avoidant listeners fear. Her presence had to be announced though, so announce it she did. Track 2, “End Means,” moves nicely into the sound of the album and features the versatile flautist Shabaka. The two soloists share the lead role, with Younger playing underneath Shabaka’s runs and quality support from the drums and upright bass, which arrived for the remainder of the record. The title track follows. Placing “Gadabout Season” at 3 makes perfect sense – it’s not a leadoff piece nor the most memorable or captivating, but it’s pleasant mundanity, comfortable quality, and swinging bounce embody the soul of the record. It’s easy to picture Younger cutting this track and knowing it was the bones of something bigger. “Breaking Point” is the first of my favorites. The bass is more present and sonically supportive than on any other piece as it churns out a 2 bar progression, lurching, 4/4 then 2/4 with drums flourishing in between. It’s an aggressive, high-tempo rendition of the swing feeling and Younger wails away with increasing might, steady precision, and decreasing restraint for 2:43. Fifth is “Reflection Eternal” - a melodic breather before the next jumbo composition rolls out of your speaker. Track 6 picks up the light swirling sound of its predecessor with more convincing but infrequent bass support and shimmering drums underneath. The harp carries the tune, touching on the main melody repeatedly then cycling away into pseudo improvision and climbing higher towards the so-called “New Pinnacle.” It’s a grand track to throw in the center of a record, and while it resonates just fine from my speakers at home, I can’t help but imagine hearing it in a big space. “Surrender” features pianist Courtney Bryan. The two trade back and forth, but to the untrained ear the load of strings could be indistinguishable. I’m just now feeling the ability to parse out the harp and it’s horizontally boxed counterpart, but Younger often emulates piano-style notes in her playing on this record making this feature less impactful than the others. “BBL” has some bass to it as well, and if you can’t tell by now I prefer it that way (real bass). To me, the offset provided by a firm bottom like that of track 8 elevates any instrument on top of it. The harp soars more effectively with ground to push off, and when Younger meanders down amongst her accompaniment, as she does on “BBL”, it creates warm, thriving sonic ecosystem. Younger welcomes vocalist Niia into said ecosystem on the dreamy “Unswept Corners.” These corners accumulated the mutual appeal of classical lounge-type music and suave contemporary r&b via the sparse and restrained contributions from all players and the tonal additions of a solid feature. Josh Johnson’s presence was likewise productive on the final track “Discernment.” The somewhat sluggish build of the closer is wiped away by the bulkiness of Johnson’s alto saxophone. He appears all over the track, supporting a reaching Younger on her lengthy and ambitious runs, soaring alongside her at times, and occasionally cutting straight through all the noise to the center of the sound. Another quality contribution to a well-constructed, intentional record. Brandee Younger may not be a musical visionary or Grammy-winning performer, but she is rich in understanding and control of her sound. She knows music. She can conceive it. And she did so with contemporarily uncommon consistency on this 2025 LP. Gadabout Season is a 8.

GOD DID NOT WANT THIS BY: Ian Sherry 9/19/22 DJ Khaled is one of the most polarizing figures in the music industry. His albums often read more like who's who in popular music than a regular old track list. His newest album God Did is no different. A music tycoon known for producing hits with established stars and dominating the billboard, DJ Khaled is a master of marketing if nothing else. He makes this clear in his newest album which has produced 10 songs that graced the billboard hot 100 including the 47 second intro from Drake. Big numbers and recognition on the billboard unfortunately don’t guarantee good music. In this case they certainly do not. DJ Khaled has a habit of ruining songs that had a real chance of being good with repetition and drawn out verses which he doesn’t bother getting trimmed. Perhaps it is because he relies so heavily on features and is hesitant to step into the other artists’ world. A reliance that is completely unnecessary by the way. It is possible to make a great album as a producer without overloading on features. Kenny Beats did so already this year with Louie, an album I highly recommend. Speaking of good beats DJ Khaled showcases his best one on the second track of the album. The title track “GOD DID” includes an interesting beat and a great verse from Rick Ross. Unfortunately, it also includes an extra thirty seconds of Jay Z which feels purely unnecessary. Perhaps the greatest torture on this song though, is the well executed feature from John Legend at the end. DJ Khaled didn’t stop there though. He also includes the track “KEEP GOING” which includes several decent verses from Lil Durk, 21 Savage, and Roddy Rich respectively. Unfortunately it also includes a repetitive beat that demands the same flow from all three rappers and by the time the third feature rolls around it is unbearable. These songs were close to being good, in a way that's sadder than a completely awful song because the potential is obvious. That being said, it only gets worse from here. There are plenty of songs on this album that aren’t worth listening to, in fact it's the majority, but there are also songs that are ludacris in general. The first is “USE THIS GOSPEL” which features Kanye West and Eminem. This song was released in 2019 on Kanye West’s hip hop gospel fusion album Jesus Is King, which received mixed reviews at best. Admittedly the original release of this song was excellent. It had a feature from one of the greatest rap duos of all time in Clipse and a sultry saxophone feature from Kenny G. This re-release is bad in comparison. It has a painful feature from Eminem and anyone listening, having heard the original, would be tempted to listen to the first one. The most annoying part is DJ Khaled had no hand in the original song, essentially defeating the reasoning for its new version. Kanye himself has released songs over beats he made for other artists following the original release, but at least he made the original beat. There is also a postmortem song from Juice WRLD called “Juice WRLD DID”. The entire song is Juice WRLD and it feels more like DJ Khaled flexing the fact that he has a song with the beloved SoundCloud sensation who passed away in 2019. Suffice to say there's a reason this song wasn't released while Juice was alive. The song is lyrically weak and the hook is repeated far too often because the verses themselves are short and lacking. If it weren’t for the tone of Juice’s voice it would be impossible to listen to. There are a few highlights on the album. There better be with this much talent. DJ Khaled has so many connections that he often slips into different styles of production within hip hop. “THESE STREETS KNOW MY NAME” is well executed even if it isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. It has a beat that continually switches up and exciting features from Jamaican artists Bounty Killer, Skillibeng, Sizzla, Buju Banton, and Capleton. “IT AIN'T SAFE” is another good song. In this case he imitates the current southern rap style with hints of modern Detroit production. Nardo Whick and Kodak Black have solid features and the song glides as well as it can considering the style of production and lyrical flows that the pair of Florida rappers chose. “BEAUTIFUL” featuring Future and SZA and “BILLS PAID” featuring Latto and City Girls are probably the most palatable songs on the album. They don’t do anything groundbreaking but they are solid and I wouldn’t be surprised if they achieve the biggest streaming numbers in the long run. The first benefits from a smooth feature from Future and a perfect chorus from SZA. The second includes fun verses from Latto and City Girls over an upbeat soul sample from Eddie Kendricks. Overall this album is another bloated and overdone example of the pop rap DJ Khaled is able to reproduce every single time. Of course it has its high points, because of the sheer amount of talent, but it is ultimately dragged down by the repetition, ridiculous and cringy themes, and lack of musical creativity. I am sure it will make lots of money and be heard around the US for the next six months but it is important to separate the idea of commercial success from the essential resource that is good music. Someday I hope DJ Khaled can make this distinction. 1/10

Even More Gecs (10,000) BY: Ian Sherry 4/1 /23 On March 17, 2023, 100 Gecs released their sophomore album 10,000 Gecs. Following the release of their debut album 1,000 Gecs, the St. Louis native duo, Laura Les and Dylan Brady, has become one of the most polarizing and impactful groups of the last five years. Hyperpop is a genre born from a combination of internet culture, and the mistaken notion that music can’t progress beyond its current stylistic barriers. In many ways it is the Gen Z equivalent of the punk movement of the mid-70s that serves to demolish the assumption that there are no more musical worlds to conquer. The impact of 100 Gecs on their audience is immeasurable, and I suspect their influence will be felt more and more in the mainstream over decades to come because of their impact on the young, underground scene. Despite all of this, 100 Gecs has much to prove entering 2023. Like many of the albums I review, they face numerous questions, but, unlike other reviews, their questions include: Is this real music? Will they use real instruments? And most importantly, what is a gec? Because their first album often sounds like it was composed using a microwave, autotune, amber alerts, and a drum machine, these questions aren’t unreasonable. And while they don’t care much about answering anyone’s questions regarding stylistic choices, 100 Gecs did a good job of cementing themselves as the ambitiously creative musicians that their audience swears by. As a listener it’s easy to dismiss the chaos of 100 Gecs as accidental, but I can assure you it’s a choice. They have a plethora of influences which only became more obvious with this year's release. Being from St. Louis, midwest emo is a natural inspiration for them, but they do a great job of incorporating elements of punk, pop-punk, and ska on this record; and for a group that can be intentionally offensive to the ears on occasion, they incorporate their various influences tastefully and in different ways. For instance “Hollywood Baby” is a straightforward emo-pop song. They enter a genre which suffers from over-replication and put their own spin on it. It’s simple but enjoyable and it was received very well, making it a great choice for one of their leading singles. They also include “Billy Knows Jamie”, a grinding punk song with wailing guitars, a variety of equally intense vocal deliveries, and a death metal break (if death metal can be considered a break) at the end of the song. “Billy Knows Jamie” is a shift in mood and lyrical content as well as music and it showcases their ability to convey emotion even with their unconventional sound. One observation, if not critique, of their first album was their only two moods were ecstatic highs and lows that cried for help. Along with their music, the emotion infused in every song has become more diverse. “Dumbest Girl Alive”, the first song on the album, gives a taste of that emotion. It provides a window into the performer’s struggles with self worth and does so very matter-of-factly. “I'm smarter than I look, I'm the dumbest girl alive”. They aren’t asking for pity, they’re giving an honest assessment of their character, however concerning it may be. 100 Gecs not only makes music young people enjoy, they accurately represent a problem that many internet-era teens struggle with, and they do so on a catchy track. Maybe the catchiest track on the entire album is “Doritos & Fritos”. It is the first taste of the ska on the 2023 record, something they haven’t shown much before but are clearly comfortable executing. It has that signature upbeat baseline of the 90s genre along with verses that flow really well and choruses that are perfectly timed. The guitar solo bridge adds to an already enjoyable song by keeping the energy going while also providing a welcome pause in the vocal action. However, what makes this song great to me, is the attention to detail in the production. Their previous album certainly didn’t lack excitement, but it did fail to provide breathing room in a lot of the tracks. The mixes often blended together because of the countless minute soundbytes mashed into a beat. “Doritos & Fritos” does a great job of using lengthier instrumental clips and an added focus on layering within the mix, to create a really full sound while falling short of overwhelming the listener or spiraling into sonic disorder. This is encouraging as a fan because it shows not only an improvement in skill level, but a willingness to shift their style without conforming or losing their sound. In true 100 Gecs fashion, the most emotionally raw track is called “I Got My Tooth Removed”. It’s a silly fun little song that incorporates the best parts of “Dumbest Girl Alive” and “Doritos & Fritos”, with both masked and forefront emotions to go with an upbeat experimental ska sound. It starts with an emotional, instrumentally stripped down, vocal intro that establishes the conflict (tooth removal) before jumping into the loud ska jam. The pace is fantastic, and once again, their variety of vocal deliveries are essential, along with the horns of the chorus that keep it moving along without becoming repetitive. However, what I like most is the tooth removal narrative. It is a metaphor for the inevitable end to a toxic relationship and they don’t try to hide it. Their choice to design the song how they did reflects the attitude of someone who is hinting at something heavy, but choosing to bury it in favor of positivity. The metaphor is present throughout the song but 100 Gecs' rarely emphasizes their lyrics or vocals, so the narrative can be easily ignored, and that is exactly what they want. 10,000 Gecs is a definite improvement. Despite the success of their debut, they had lots to work on, and that’s what they did. They improved their vocal skill and diversified their deliveries. They employed more airy, smooth production and layering, which made for more palatable sonic highpoints. Their songwriting vastly improved. And, they spread their influences and inspirations over the course of entire songs, instead of a matter of seconds. 100 Gecs, as pioneers of a young genre in need of refining, had a lot of responsibility to deliver in 2023, and even with “Frog On The Floor” (a straight up dumb song) they did. And for those concerned they may have changed too much, allow me to point you in the direction of “757”, “One Million Dollars”, and “mememe”. If it’s not for you that’s understandable, but Gecs will always be Gecs, don’t worry. There’s still room for improvement, and when stacked up against other big-time releases their lack of seriousness on some tracks can hold them back. But their ceiling is higher than they get credit for and I think they proved that this year. 10,000 Gecs is a 7.75/10.

Tabs On Tigers 2/18/2025 BY: IAN SHERRY Forward: The Issue of Immediacy Greetings sports fans. You’ve heard about the Luka Doncic trade. The 25-year-old Slovenian star, formerly of the Dallas Mavericks, was traded to the Lakers within the first 24 hours of February for Hall of Fame Swiss cheese slice Anthony Davis and some change. Within those same 24 hours, like clockwork, Shams Charania’s early-bird tip was broadcasted to Americans nationwide via ESPN alert. The result, then, was a media-fueled and interpersonally experienced hellstorm of unkempt sporting enthusiasm and perplexed fandom that has yet to fully cease. The bone I’d like to briefly pick with the phenomenon above doesn’t concern the aforementioned hellstorm nor the reliability of the American sporting news system. It’s the pace. Mainstream sports journalism, because of its constant active, proactive, and reactive content stream, tends to skew in an emotional, argumentative direction that intertwines with fandom and biases to the point that the coverage becomes lost in the sport itself. With media being as conclusive and invasive as it is in today’s age, the lines between your couch at home and an pro locker room are more blurred than ever. While there certainly are benefits of this arrangement, I’ve been more aware of the dangers recently. I think it suffices to say, and this reflects across most genres of journalism to an extent, that the competitive rush to be lead opinion on a subject you’re passionate about can be blinding, and its tangible in the mosaic of bad takes that we’re meant to recognize as authority in today’s reportorial landscape. Resistance to that is The Culture Gyre’s angle indiscriminately. Now please join me in embarking on coverage of a subject I was born to discuss: Tigers Baseball. Tabs On Tigers Vol. 1 Alex Bregman’s 3-year 120-million-dollar contract became official Thursday, February 13th. In that moment he became the third highest annually paid position player, behind just Ohtani and Soto and tied with Judge, and in that same moment, a bullet was dodged in southeast Michigan. That came following the Tigers’ months-long pursuit of the veteran third baseman. General manager Scott Harris and the majority of the fanbase felt that Bregman would be a concrete solution for a currently uncertain foundation at the hot corner. Harris went as far as to offer a 5-year 170-million-dollar contract that most closely resembled the 7-year 200-million-dollar deal Bregman thought he was worth, but that was not to be. Now, the discussion surrounding Tigers team improvement has shifted to the trade market, but we’d like to offer a more complete synopsis of the most recent developments and current condition of this 2025 Tigers team. The most pressing concern of fans headed into free agency was the left side of the infield. While the starting pitching staff was alarmingly thin on paper last year, it’s hard to argue with the hodge-podged late-season results, plus having the reigning Cy Young offers a certain level of security. Harris addressed it anyhow with the thrifty signing of the veteran (and already inured) Alex Cobb, who’s quietly carried a sub-4 ERA for four consecutive years, and the recent readdition of the flourishing Jack Flaherty. Add a pair of bullpen arms, (one great and one solid) in Tommy Kahnle and John Brebbia, and an assortment of sub-30-year-old starting pitchers – plus Kenta Maeda - competing for a spot at the end of our rotation (2 until Cobb returns) and suddenly this pitching staff feels legit. But still, no signings on the left side. The left side of the infield – the carrot on a stick. Gleyber Torres used to play there, but not since the arrival of better fielding prospects on the Yankees infield. From there, the former 38-homerun all-star’s relationship with his former team began to wash away, and as the impact of that process began to show itself on the field over the past couple seasons, the stream carried him to Detroit. The Tigers front office locked him up for a season at $15k, just half the yearly offering we placed on Alex Bregman’s table. While Torres will have to earn his play in a platoon-heavy infield like he got tired of doing in New York and his overall game doesn’t compare to Boston’s most recent overspend, his offensive upside is that of a player with equivalent homerun power to Bregman. He is admittedly a notch below in most other offensive categories, but just one notch, and the optimist in you might expect a jump in plate discipline given his more veteran role on this team as well as an increase in RBI production assuming he finds himself more central in the Tigers lineup, which still boasts zero established major league left-side infielders. The Torres addition, of course, means a move for the Tigers’ long-term commitment Kolt Keith, but not to third base, his former position. Instead, Spencer Torkelson drew the short end of the stick this winter. The former number-one pick has had obvious struggles at the major league level, showing flashes at times on both sides of the ball, but ultimately scraping his way to replacement level over his first three seasons. With Jace Jung and Trey Sweeney being a part of the miracle Mudhen formula that propelled the Tigers to last year’s post-season and Matt Vierling working in at third, it seems Scott Harris decided the direst situation on the infield was at first base. At least, it was the most easily solvable. The fact is, problems remain unsolved headed into Spring Training, but Baez, McKinstry, Maeda, Hinch’s musical chairs batting order, the hitting coaches, and the away uniforms are for another day. For today, we have a minor leaguer, Trey Sweeney, attempting to prove himself a pro at shortstop. We have an ultra-scrappy yet questionable three-man platoon at third base among the switch-hitting Jung, versatile and athletic Vierling, and lefty-killer Ibanez. That goes with a right side manned by Torres and Keith (perhaps Torkelson against a lefty) to round out a blatantly poor defensive infield. Luckily, they’re backed up by what could prove to be an excellent outfield with premium left fielder Riley Greene, thoroughbred center fielder Parker Meadows, and the looming power threat, Kerry Carpenter, in right field. We also have a rotation book-ended by the lefty Cy Young Tarik Skubal and the potential of a Hinch chaosball platoon in the 5th slot, which will, in theory, allow Cobb to rehab and settle into the middle while Flaherty picks up where he left off and Reese Olsen continues to grow into one of the leagues most underrated young arms. We have a full bullpen and a decision to make at closer. We have a coach with the team’s faith. We have an active front office led by a diplomatic and measured GM with at least some of the owner’s attention and a willingness to trade. We have a lot to look forward to.

Stranger Things Season 5, Vol. 1 By Dawson Sarcona 12/5/2025 Stranger Things Season 5 Vol. 1 has officially dropped, and with it, the end of a decades-long franchise has begun. As someone who has been on the Stranger Things train since 2018, this franchise has been a crucial part of my development as a person. This is hands down one of my favorite TV shows of all time, so the fifth season had a lot of anticipatory weight to it. With this in mind, it's only fair to review this first volume (which only consists of four episodes) episode by episode. Season Five, Episode One: The Crawl A season opener is always a tough task. Especially following a one-year time jump, it can be difficult to write a cohesive first episode that lets the audience know what characters have been up to and simultaneously jump-starts the story for the rest of the season. That being said, this episode does a great job of balancing catching us up and building stories for the future. Dustin’s character arc provides some of the best moments of the season. This episode wavers in the quality of writing from the rest of the season - shaking off the rust. There are a few select scenes that probably could have been cut, as the writing stands out against the distinct tone of the series. Rather than setting up interactions and showing how characters are feeling, it felt like a lot more exposition dialogue rooted solely in just saying things that are happening. All in all, this re-entry into the world of Stranger Things takes its time setting up new character dynamics and leaves the audience with one of the best cliffhangers in the history of the show. This episode is an 8.5/10. Season Five, Episode Two: The vanishing of Holly Wheeler This episode follows the cliff hanger with the previous episode with a cold open that show creator calls the craziest they’ve ever done. With such a strong beginning of the episode, the rest pales in comparison. “The vanishing of Holly Wheeler” feels like the most ‘filler’ of the four this volume. It sets up some important mysteries and furthers the development of the new pairings for this season. Finn Wolfhard (Mike), Natalia Dyer (Nancy), and Nell Fisher (Holly) all deliver exceptional performances this episode. For Mike and Nancy, this feels like a return to leading forms we haven’t really seen since the end of season one. The two siblings working together, bouncing off each other, is something I’ve really missed and their strength is one of the best things to come out of these episodes. This season Mike also seems to fall back into his role as the leader of the party (Mike fans rejoice) For a new character, Holly is a great addition and does a great job fitting in with the environment of the show almost immediately. All that being said, this episode feels the most dragged out and at times feels boring. There’s also an increase in some of the iffy dialogue from the previous episode. Overall, episode two is a 7/10. Season Five, Episode Three: The Turnbow Trap Episode three immediately picks up from the slower pace of its successor. This episode introduces the other new breakout character from this season: Derek Turnbow. This kid is an immediate favorite of the internet - why? He is hilarious. Everything he says is delivered perfectly for the comedic relief needed to bring some light to what has so far been the darkest and most mature season. The addition of kids like Derek and Holly in this season is great because it brings the show back to its roots of being about young kids and monsters, while still being able to tell the stories of our original party and they grow up. Additionally, episode three pulls from “Home Alone” in one of the best sequences of the series. Scenes like that provide some of the volume’s best moments, where we get to see the classic Stranger Things teamwork moments - solving problems in unique and creative ways to defeat a monster. This episode is where the pieces of this story begin to fall into place, and the mystery starts to form. It sets up perfectly for episode four and is a great episode in itself. It’s a near-perfect 9/10 , and it fixes the majority previous episodes’ problems. Season Five, Episode Four: The Sorcerer Episode four is not only the culmination of the volume but, in some ways, a culmination of season 1-4. In this episode, we finally get to see Will Byers step into his own as a character. Since season one, we've been able to see nearly every character grow and develop, and it's felt like Will’s character has been left stagnant. All of Will's victimization and what some would call weak characterization build up to this episode, where we finally get the development we've been waiting for. In addition to this, we get some satisfying conclusions to the micro-mysteries set throughout the volume. The way this episode comes together is something marvelous. This episode defines what a great show is all about in showing perfect character growth, that creates a top 3 scene in the show hands down. To create an episode that tells its own story, bridges the gaps on the rest of the volume and sets up a really excellent arc for the rest of the show is not something that's easily accomplished. This episode does it flawlessly, a true 10/10 and the highest rated episode of the show to date. In conclusion, this season so far is a big success. It feels like a near-perfect continuation of the fourth season’s vibe and a proper upscaling for the concluding season of the series. This show is very important to me and has been for a lot of other people my age; we’ve grown up with it. While it's sad to see this show approach its conclusion, I’m very happy with with its swan song thus far. There are still some moments of iffy dialogue, things that just feel off, which is likely the product of the increased number gaps bridged in the writing this season. It seems with season 5 they may have hit their limit with how much one writer's room can handle while maintaining good quality writing. At this rate, season five definitely resides within the top three of the show! I’d give volume one an average rating of 8.5 out of 10. Given the end of the volume it's clear whatever “fifth-season-funk” may have plagued the writers for the first few episodes is gone, and they're ready to deliver more mysteries, scares, and emotional endings for our favorite characters in volume 2 and 3.

Tabs On Tigers: In Memorium 10/27/2025 BY: IAN SHERRY On October 10, the Detroit Tigers were eliminated from the MLB Postseason. Tabs On Tigers Vol. 5 Is anyone surprised? Something about the intensity of my Tigers fandom and the connectedness I feel with fellow fans makes me unrealistically confident that I can speak for everyone. So in regard to the question above, our answer is no. Last year, General Manager Scott Harris and Manager AJ Hinch enjoyed the spoils of public opinion as their squad’s late-season comeback placed them in rare postseason company, but this year brought a historically singular collapse. The story of the Tigers’ eventual demise is simple, and it began at the trade deadline. The specifics of Scott Harris’ acquisitions on July 31 spawned a million complaints and a few simple questions. ‘Why these guys?’ is a question that kept 97.1 phone lines hot for the duration of August and September, as the Tigers squandered a 15.5-game divisional lead. Following the righteous elimination of our wounded cats in Seattle, the collective’s questions are changing. The focus has shifted away from the forgettable acquisitions and onto the attitude of the front office. What were they thinking? Scott Harris’ actions were those of a middling team with reserved playoff ambitions, not the number 1 team in baseball. Kyle Finnegan and Raphael Montero made for intriguing projects down the stretch, and proved themselves roster-worthy come October, unlike Charlie Morton or Chris Paddock. However, roster worthiness is not the scale by which playoff-bound teams calculate their deadline moves. Where was the hunger? In the days of Dave Dombrowski, a strong Tigers team could expect an addition to the middle of the batting order or starting rotation. With Javier Baez signed to the single costly contract on a promising roster full of moderately talented players with shallow experience, D would not have hesitated to pounce on a $30 million player. Harris didn’t have to look far. Former division rivals Carlos Correa, Shane Bieber, and Josh Naylor should be familiar to Tigers fans, as should Eugenio Suarez and his career-high 49 homers. Did he know? The Tigers could have won the World Series. With Skubal and Mize, the playoff experienced Flaherty, and a legitimate edition to the rotation, the staff would have been perfectly suited for a 5-game series. The bullpen was not playoff-worthy, but it was just a dominant arm away from serviceable. The batting order far surpassed its offensive production of 2024, but you could feel the breeze of their bats from the upper deck during the cold stretches, the longest of which came with the changing weather. Yes, Scott Harris faced problems, but concrete solvable problems of endlessly greater simplicity than those faced by Al Avila, Harris’ scapegoated predecessor. Avila was all too aware of the difficulty of the ‘rebuilding’ task he inherited (to the point of paralysis). Harris on the other hand, seemed unfamiliar with the position he found himself in entering August – a competitive, yet incomplete team sitting gingerly atop the American League. It seems unlikely that Harris didn’t believe in the squad’s World Series potential, considering their record at the break. Yet it feels even less probable that he thought they were a sure-in. Did Scott Harris try but and fail to improve the Tigers roster amid the competitive inter-team market? Did he fail to earn he respect of other organizations? Did he lose his grip on the goal at hand – improving the team for a postseason run - while clinging to his prospects? Or did he just flat out fail to make a sincere effort? Scott Harris did not commit any philosophical misdeeds. He is not the only person to blame, just the easiest. Sure, AJ Hinch’s oddball bullpen management may have cost the Tigers a game or two in October, and Riley Greene’s acknowledgement of his strikeout problem confirms a fundamental issue at the top of the order. Furthermore, injuries to the rotation plague Detroit year in and year out, and the bullpen is undeniably mediocre. Yet, there they were in the postseason once again, poised to make a deeper run – if only… Even after taking the opposite path into the fall, the Tigers once again hit the road for the AL Wild Card Series to dispose of their opponents - this time a weakened Cleveland team – and again the Tigers, behind Cy Young winner Tarik Skubal, fell in game five of the ALDS to a division winner. In other words, a season that flaunted positive results of the faithful but tentative mindset of this Tigers regime managed to end where it began: second place in the division and ALDS losers. Déjà vu. Now, Scott Harris is reportedly reviving his pursuit of Alex Bregman, who unsurprisingly snubbed the Tigers for Boston, only to opt out of his 2-year $40 million deal in search of more money - (they should call him ‘Breadman’) - making his injury-riddled 2025 season a prove-it campaign devoid of proof. Will Harris really chase that dragon for another winter? Will you?