Once, when grunge was still king, Steve Albini branded Tortoise more "jazz" and "prog" than punk, and insisted that was a compliment. But now that "post-rock" has been drained of meaning and bleeding-edge cachet, haters have hardened those descriptors into a roundhouse dis. Speed, emotion, volume—read: blurry guitars, screaming vocals, and jumping up and down—again signify the Hard Sweaty Real. Forget Cage or Reich. If you've got chops, or more than one actual idea, they think you're Spyro... More >>>