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Volume isn’t for the ears. It’s for the bones and the chest cavity. It’s to feel music as a full-body experience vibrating your core from the inside out rather than suffering through the miserably lacking experience of only accessing it with your ears. And there is no finer high-volume experience

In July of last year, The Messenger wrote about an intriguing new demo from a young Grants Pass band, Laural Ave. “The Shaking Hands Demo is rough. Like the whole thing was recorded live without much in the way of microphones or mixing—especially on the drums,” we wrote. “But its

Holidays can be a bit like black holes, sucking up all the attention for weeks around them. It’s easy for new albums released into that madness to get lost in the noise. For marketing reasons I may never fully understand, Water in the Leaves, the new album from Ashland duo

People frequently think art critics are against them. Sometimes they even brandish their second grade maturity by shouting at them on the street (to pull a recent example from my life). But they’ve got it all backwards. Us curmudgeonly critics are absolutely on their side. We’re cultural patriots that want

Once upon a time bands got financing from labels to record physical albums that were then mailed to stores. It’s not exactly news that things don’t work that way so much anymore. But while the Grants Pass/North Bend based art-rock smorgasbord Rogue Rebellion’s new album, Corporate America, is an explicit

Once upon a time, Southern Oregonians were obsessed with The Cherry Poppin’ Daddies—the Eugene band that brought swing back to national prominence for a hot second in the nineties. The friend of mine that first played them for me explained her teen obsession thusly: “they were the only out-of-town band

This is The Messenger’s last issue of the year, in which we like to take a moment and reflect. Which is a daunting task, as the general consensus is that 2016’s mascot was a giant dumpster fire. Especially hard hit was the music world, who greeted practically every morning with

Oregon’s music scene gets a lot of traction. But just like Oregon’s politics, those of us south tend to get drowned out by the denser-populated Willamette Valley. But like the old cliché goes, quantity isn’t the same as quality. And we aren’t remotely short on talent here in Jefferson, just

If done right, listening to music can be more than just noise. It can be a way to hack your emotions, bringing out those you need and driving away those you’d prefer to send packing. And after the Tragic Events of November 8, there were a lot of emotions that

As a critic, I’m rarely shy about my predispositions. I like my music loud, underground, and firmly rooted in modernity. Tradition is well and good in a general sense, but as life reflects art, musical pinings for the days of segregation, feudalism, rampant polio and 35-year-average lifespans are far less