The Small-Label Twilight Zone Swallows Two Unlucky Victims
Small-label bands are like ghosts, borderland entities haunting the periphery of the musical landscape. These wayward souls produce albums that are but faint impressions, evaporating as quickly as hot breath on a window. Concerts are sightings, convincingly real yet short-lived, with no promise of ever repeating. Without a celebrity imprimatur, like Clap Your Hands Say Read More
