Alex Ebert Weaponizes Joy On His New Single

[Updated] “Joy is My Armor” by Alex Ebert is no “Home,” and he’s fine with that. The song moves to a bass line that employs dub reggae’s offbeat motor, and Ebert repeats the title phrase until it takes on a life beyond the lyrics. Joy is a shield; is it also a weapon? And why doesn’t joy seem more joyful? Does the military context take some of the fun out of joy? 

Mipso Gets to the Point

Despite its mysterious name, Mipso is a remarkably plainspoken outfit. On its third album, Coming Down the Mountain, released in April, the band deals with heartbreak, homesickness, and wanderlust. The songs treat these well-trodden subjects with care, but they don’t mince words. They are clean and straightforward, rooted firmly in the folk tradition, but never overly folksy.

Girlpool Connects with Vulnerability and Friendship

In the middle of Girlpool’s show last week at Republic, guitarist Cleo Tucker laughed at her bandmate and best friend Harmony Tividad as the two joked about how amazing it would be if Starbucks had a gas station. The audience, a modest crowd clad in baggy jeans, button up shirts, and grunge hair styles, giggled along with the band.

Guts Club Spills Her Guts

Despite the warm, welcoming inclusivity of the name, Guts Club is a party of one. Lindsey Baker moved to New Orleans a little over a year ago from Philadelphia by way of Brooklyn, bringing to the South her unique brand of outsider folk or raw country. She doesn’t care what you call it; she really just wants to sound like Vic Chesnutt. “In my heart, I feel like I’m singing country songs,” she says.

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