Indie rock’s most industrious slacker, Courtney Barnett, returns on May . . .
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Small Reactions willingly embrace the “nerve pop” tag, a descriptor . . .
Torres, the performing moniker for Macon-bred Brooklynite Mackenzie Scott, returns . . .
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No Power/Raw Power: Dasher’s Kylee Kimbrough Changes Towns, Bands, Album . . .
The Membranes made an unexpected late 2015 Atlanta tour stop . . .
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