Moodymann

Capturing the half-lit glow of about a million wonderful things, Morgan Geist's Moves EP haunts those magical deserted spaces tucked away in the shadows.

It's long been my contention that Becoming X is the Revolver of the 90s. A bold pronouncement, perhaps, but one that a dive into the record ultimately bears out.

An honest assessment of my absolute favorite records and artists from the U.K. that managed to crack the code and storm the shores of mainstream America.

The proto-Earthbeat global overload rhythm mash-up of new wave, hip hop, dance and My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts-style fourth world madness that gave us modern music as we know it today.

In the final crisp days of winter, we descended upon the weeds that had begun to take over the Gardens, encroaching on anything and everything the way only winter weeds can do.

In the hazy shadow of r&b's ultraviolet hip hop inflections, its mirror image lingers like a haunting moment still hanging hazy in the air.

Dusk falls on Murray Hill, cloudy skies bathed in moonlight and the city lights below. Geology has its way with the streets in this secluded enclave...

This is the sound of cloud-covered days and rain-slicked streets, half-lit street corners and errant rhythm boxes spooling out the Chiba City blues.

1997 was without a doubt my favorite year in memory, and its music more than lived up to the times, remaining potent today over twenty years on.

A tribute to Damon G. Riddick, L.A.'s laidback ambassador of machine soul, and his sprawling nocturnal wonderland laid out beneath a neon glow.