John Mayer

Instead of recalling the likes of Willie Nelson or Don Gibson, At the Roadhouse fumbles at imparting any kind of emotion — a core element that made their previous records so impressive.

Performing her sophomore album Five Seconds Flat, Pennsylvanian local McAlpine has been on the road since July for her first headline tour.

This playlist reflects the ambivalent feelings toward summertime in all its strange and splendid beauty.

Misch’s nu jazz is akin to running water — natural and uncontained, flowing through melodies with vibrancy and ease.

Throughout the night, Mayer successfully led listeners through the long, strange trip of his musical career.

Sob Rock is not a bad album; it’s an unremarkable one — the few places where Mayer does try and succeed at something new are overshadowed by the rest of the record’s stale, formulaic songs.

With new albums every month, there’s no room for “Summertime Sadness.” From Prince to Billie Eilish, the options are limitless.

“Just Wrong” is one glorious, cyclical musical question, immensely sonically satisfying despite a lack of resolution or definitive answers. It’s astonishing that something built so backward feels so right.

The ebb and flow of Mayer's set never landed on one bank of genre, ricocheting from blues to folk, to pop, to the pleasant shores of nostalgic and psychedelic rock.

While his first record was a balanced and consistent departure into the self 'CASE STUDY 01' is not quite so contemplative, not quite so clear and, ultimately, not nearly as impressive.