In honor of my neighborhood being rechristened with a green-friendly moniker, I figure now's a good time to post another compilation of slowed-down music discoveries.

As both storage and income have become issues lately, your humble narrator (and self-identified Collector Scum) is forced to search through his record shelves in search of detritus. Using the criteria “Is it…

As a Mets fan, I feel dirty for writing about piece of Dodgers-related ephemera. Alas, this one is pretty unique — special, even! — so I can set aside my bias for a…

There I was, sitting at the Coffee Bean on Beverly near La Brea. Mets hat on, University of Vermont hoodie crumpled up in a ball on the back seat of my car.…

From the first strains (and I should emphasize the word strains here) of “Prison Without Bars” it’s clear this is not your usual lounge-y/ballad-y/rock-y mash-up of styles commonly found on private-press, homemade recordings. This…

Ten songs. Nineteen minutes. No, this is not an exclusive look at the new Anal Cunt record. Nor is it a fond look back at some early Minutemen demos. This is Songs…

This one’s a pretty big deal in the sense that if you search Google for “Richard H. Baker” and “The First Coming” there’s practically no information available about this album except for…

“The Don Snow Army has a prime objective: to climb up Rock Mountain! They came together eight years ago from three little towns in Southern California. Over twenty musical soldiers have done…

Pretty much nothing exists (on the internet) in regards to this record. Hell, I don’t even know if it was issued with that generic looking die-cut cover, or if someone along the…

That this record hasn’t been championed — how any of its 14 tracks haven’t been featured on a comp curated by some crate-digger DJ or turntablist — is beyond me. Take a nearly-unlistenable but awesome marching band…