Better than: Bawling indie-rock wuss tears as Jeff Mangum sings a Neutral Milk Hotel weeper. For the second year in a row, Chicago post-punk veteran goliaths Shellac graced The Bell House stage for ...

You could not ask a band, any band, to be rawer than Shellac. The trio’s sound is a sonic manifesto of their leader’s ethics, and their live sets are an obvious extension of it. The stage lights are ...

“What if hell is silence?” was the first note I jotted down for this review, upon ending my second playthrough of Shellac’s sixth and final studio album—11 days after singer/guitarist Steve Albini ...

Forget the Platonic ideal, Shellac have always aspired to the sardonic ideal. On a ditty cheekily titled “Chick New Wave” — off To All Trains, the noise-rock group’s sixth and final album following ...

Culled from the band’s sessions at Maida Vale Studios in 1994 and 2004, this double-LP that captures, in great fidelity, the acerbic personality and power of Steve Albini’s trio. Save this story Save ...