Elton John | The Diving Board – CD Review
Sir Elton John flirted with unprecedented stardom in the 70s. He went on to don a Donald Duck costume, went back and forth regarding his sexuality, made some noble...
Sammy Hagar & The Circle | Space Between – CD Review
During a brief exchange on the red carpet in 2014, I asked Sammy Hagar about making albums, and he said in today’s music industry, it’s not about “spending a...
Ace Frehley | Space Invader – CD Review
The name "Ace Frehley" will forever be synonymous with the three-word phrase, "Former KISS guitarist." Despite his frequent verbal swipes at his former band, I don't think he has...
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers | Mojo – CD Review
And now for something completely different. Instead of tasking other sources to gauge my feelings for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ 2010 release Mojo, I chose to give the...
Black Sabbath | 13 – CD Review
There’s a ton of expectation attached to well-known creative entities with big gaps in their working histories. The good news is that living up to a legacy can be...
Mike Oldfield | Return To Ommadawn – CD Review
Mike Oldfield's Return To Ommadawn is what I’d venture to guess all true fans of the composer and instrumentalist have been waiting for. It’s a return to the to...
Eric Johnson | Up Close – CD Review
The distinct guitar stylings of Eric Johnson never cease to astound, amaze and entertain. Back in the late 80s, he was lumped in with the Joe Satriani and Steve...
Red Dragon Cartel | Red Dragon Cartel – New Studio Release Review
Red Dragon Cartel, the new project featuring guitarist Jake E. Lee, opens up with "Deceived," chunky with a clear tight drive, Darren James' solid growl of a vocal...
Brian Wilson | That Lucky Old Sun – CD Review
Instead of dredging up the past and reviving abandoned masterworks, Brian
Wilson embarks a new journey by returning to Capitol Records and exploring the
sunny side of Southern California on That...
Def Leppard | Yeah! – CD Review
Def Leppard’s Yeah! is no mere cover album. The entire
CD is an unabashedly punch-drunk love letter to the bands whose music bewitched
the adolescent Leps into strumming tennis racquets, banging...
