I'm a sucker for bands that dance around the fringes of twang -- bands that are country-steeped but not country, pop-friendly but not pop, exactly. Anglophile touches don't hurt either, nor do mild tinges of psychedelia. Usually these bands have an exquisite sense of melancholy as well. When it sets aside the Latin stuff, Calexico is one such band; Clem Snide and the... More >>>