The guitar, that noble ax, is always threatening to go the way of a six-stringed dodo bird—killed off by electronic bleeps, slayed by skinny boys wielding laptops. Thankfully, Brooklyn trio the Muggabears is keeping the dissonant flame of mid-'90s indie rock alive, one self-released EP at a time. For a band whose name was inspired by a bunch of F.A.O. Schwarz stuffed toys—frontman Travis Johnson was shopping at a mall in Dallas when the cuddly moniker struck him—the Muggabears can rock. Hard. The way people used to before it became inexplicably passé to give in to those simple, primal impulses, like dry-humping the distortion out of a... More >>>