Northern Son describes their sound as pop rock with an American heartland feel. Although they’re based in Northern California, you can catch Tyler Florence (Vocals/Bass), Jeff Carmassi (Vocals/Guitar), Sean Ghavi (Keys/Percussion), Brent Nunn (Percussion), and Justin Florence (Guitar/Vocals) in LA on February 26th at USC’s Ground Zero. THEPOPFIX.com had a chance to catch up with Tyler Florence of Northern Son to talk about the band and their upcoming endeavors.

It’s clear right off the bat that Lil Wayne is not only deluding himself from everyday reality but also from what constitutes rock ‘n roll, at least in this day and age. From the hilariously ’80s, Guitar Hero-esque solo intro of opener “American Star” to the obscenely grating breakup anthem “The Price Is Wrong,” everything here points to Rebirth as a colossal fuckup of the highest order, a misjudgment of talent and ideas that any label exec not blinded by Tha Carter III’s huge sales should have vetoed within seconds. Listening to the entire twelve tracks, it’s impossible to see just how Wayne okayed this; then again, this is the same man who declared that, if he was President, he would “make prostitution legal in about five more states [and] put cocaine back in Coca-Cola,” among many other revolutionary changes.

Up and coming jazz singer Nikki Yanofsky has a talent you wouldn’t expect from a 15-year-old girl. Although her voice and her ability as a performer seem to be beyond her years, she says she knows exactly what she’s doing. “When I started out, I used to pretend that I was in a play trying to really emote as best as I could. But now that I’m 15, almost 16, I have been in love and also had my heart broken,” Yanofsky explains, giving her a deeper understanding of the songs of her idols. However, Yanofsky not only looks up to soulful singers like Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughn, Etta James and Aretha Franklin, but she’s also set to follow in their footsteps.

Listening to another Spoon album is like slipping on an old, beloved coat (or sandals, if you’re like me and would never spend more than two hours above the Mason-Dixon line). It might have been a while, but everything just seems so right; the fit is snug, the feel is comfortable, and the sense of becoming reacquainted with a long-lost friend is undeniable. It’s been like this for a while with Spoon, to the point that it wouldn’t be surprising if they just kept making the same record over and over again. It speaks to their creativity and Britt Daniels’ general inability to sit still that this has never been the case - from the definition of their sound in 2001’s Girls Can Tell to exquisitely sleek, fat-free album that was 07’s Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, Daniels and the band have used each new record as an opportunity to refine their sound. The turn of the decade finds them sharpening the Spoon aesthetic to yet another fine edge, sanding off some of the worldly influences and focused songwriting on Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga to make an album wholly different in tone and mood, but one that is, at its heart, thoroughly Spoon.

I present to you a collection of ten records from the year that I either felt weren’t up to some of the incredible hype they received, were letdowns compared to a band’s previous release, or just ended up as personal disappointments. It’s been a great year and I couldn’t ask for any more excellent albums, but there’s always going to be some bad with the good, and 2009 wasn’t any different.

It’s a nearly impossible feat to choose thirty songs over so many awesome albums, especially in year as good as 2009. But after a few months of fine-tuning and multiple switches, below are my top songs of the year. A few notes: I made it a rule to only allow one song per artist, and I’m definitely not spoiling my best-of- 2009 albums list, as only eleven of those albums are represented here. Comments/thoughts/replacements encouraged…

For Virginia Beach rap duo Clipse, what more fitting time to release their third album than when the weather starts to turn white? Brothers Malice and Pusha T have long made their name on critically-acclaimed, popularly-ignored hardcore rap that largely focused on one thing and one thing only: cocaine, and all the business ventures and death threats that go along with it. From their brutal lyrics, relentless flow, and minimalist Neptunes-provided beats, they’ve always seemed darker than their contemporaries, more real and, most importantly, more believable. But after yet another long layoff and another sub-standard mixtape to whet their fans’ appetites, Clipse have found themselves in a weird place: successful, and with nothing to prove…

Second place has often been called just the first loser, and for New York City dance-rock band the Bravery, it’s been an apt description. Just another cynical band aping New Order when they wandered onto the scene in 2005 with “A Honest Mistake,” they were beaten to the dance-punk punch by the Killers and lost in the shuffle of a myriad of impersonators. Their sophomore effort barely registered a blip on the national radar, a victim of their own ability to translate their ear for a hit single over the course of a whole album. Stir The Blood, meanwhile, comes at an interesting juncture in the band’s life; singer/guitarist Sam Endicott seems to have found his calling as a pop writer, co-writing three Shakira songs and an unreleased track off the new Christina Aguilera CD. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t know it from listening to Stir The Blood, a record that does little to advance the Bravery’s reputation past that of a middling rock band still coasting by on a tired sound.