Friday, October 24 2014
John Wick offers you a chance to feel smart about the revenge thriller genre, and to feel okay when you want John (Keanu Reeves) to survive.
Stonehearst Asylum is Interestingly positioned at the crossroads between conceding inmates as fearsome criminals and as victims.
After an 18-year absence on the global stage of popculture, the 2000 AD Specials returned earlier this year. The Winter Special is a thematic return to the magazine's roots.
This game wants to be a work about sacrifice and hardship, the greater good, and moral integrity. However, I wish it could have reached the heights it was aiming for.
30 for 30 shows how black men are expected to respond to limits and hopes, to contain, channel or otherwise cope with their frustrations.
Even when the voice of Amy Grace Loyd's narrator suffocates the reader, her excellent prose and perceptive observations continually bring the reader back into Celia's world.
Brian Jones was the golden boy of the Rolling Stones—the visionary who gave the band its name and its sound. Yet he was a haunted man, and much of his brief time with the band was volatile and tragic.
Lenny Bruce made the stage his pulpit, the audience his parishioners, and stand-up the sermons for his alternative secular faith.
Amounting to one feature-length inciting incident, the low-budget zombie film The Battery will test the limits of even the most devoted horror fans’ patience.
This mammoth edition of a truly classic album is worth it for fans for the wealth of material and insight into the choices involved in its creation.
Many of the Aislers Set's moods prefer melancholy. They mass classic pop and post-punk behind a yearning woman's small, echoed voice that demands attention.
Is Pynchon suddenly relevant again? Has the culture's craziness finally just caught up to his penchant for conspiracy, paranoia, and crazy-named characters?
Cherry Red Records affords these Scottish jangle-poppers and perennial underdogs a second chance some 30 years later with an odds and sods collection of demos, aborted singles and an unreleased album.
Over two decades on, Failure remains a rewarding listen, steeped in its time yet sweetly out of place.
This is a record to be entertained by, nothing more or nothing less.
Tre Mission proves nonconformity pays off on debut Stigmata.
Thursday, October 23 2014
I refuse to accept that I am too old to enjoy a live-action, stunt bike, superhero arena show. I'm not too old. I love superheroes and I was ready to love Marvel Universe LIVE! But "good enough for the kids" just isn't good enough.
The only problem with the sincerely enjoyable Joss Whedon: The Biography is that we learn a heck of a lot more about his creative endeavors than we do about the geek god himself.
From the gross-out to the epic, South Park returns to form with a ten-part season with no bad episodes.
Did I know the No Hay Banda Trio before I stepped into Rich Mix in sadly up-and-coming Shoreditch? Yes. Was I at all aware that Clare Savage and Bellatrix were hiding a monstrous talent in their minute figures? I do now.
What if today’s jazz is a little bit Bill Frisell and a little bit Ornette Coleman?
Cory Branan's brand of rocking country doesn't fit very well into music industry slots, but the Nashville-based songwriter is carving an idiosyncratic niche for himself regardless.
This violent murder mystery is atypical among Cold War era films and stands up well today, but this Blu-ray could use a little more "special" in its "features".
On their third album, Allo Darlin’ turn down the twee ever-so-slightly to craft a less precious, more grown-up version of that at which they’ve excelled over their previous releases.
As food studies enters academia, texts are required to populate the curricula. That doesn't mean lay readers can't enjoy them, too.
Primus covers Willy Wonka, playing up your fuzzy memories of the film's dark heart while subverting the original arrangements.
This disc marks the official arrival of a major talent: clearly steeped in the blues tradition who can shift seamlessly between feedback-frenzied rawness and cool, old school soul and funk.
This collection of the Chicago psych rock band's previously released non-album tracks adds up to more than the usual rarities compilation.
Singer, guitarist, fiddler, banjo player, Sam Amidon's sixth album is a patchwork of delights.
Another collection of evocative songs, deceptive in their carefully woven simplicity.
Wednesday, October 22 2014
The game fails to properly equip the player for the challenges in the game. That sounds like a criticism, but it really works in its favor.
New Grass Revival frontman John Cowan talks to PopMatters about the tricks of being a singing bass player, the new developments in folk music, and the career-spanning feel of his latest record, Sixty.
Alberto Manguel takes a thematic rather than linear approach to a history of reading, offering an entertaining and impassioned account of reading practices and readers' agency.
Every few years there's a new batch of funny faces making the rounds on Britain's television panel shows. Here are a few faces worth watching.
No matter what hat he wears as an artist, the impulse to voyage beyond defines Sting, as do the impulses that compel him to stay.
Ghost in the Shell remains an excellent milestone in anime, but this barebones release is devoid of the extras that would truly make this edition special.
Jessie Ware supplies more late-night soul on her sophomore effort, an album that finds her subtly expanding her much-lauded R&B sound.
No One Is Lost is undoubtedly a fun album, but it very much gets lost in its own narrative.
There are secret plots, geopolitical rumblings, high-math technical language, and a parrot of interest, but as often as not these things wanly colorize an otherwise monochromatic narrative.
The jazz singer tackles a set of boomer pop "standards", kind of like she was the Perry Como of her generation, and sounds plastic doing it.
“The Cavern”, the one 45-minute song that makes up this EP, is truly worthy of the word “epic” and is a welcome addition to the pantheon of metal music.
Julian Casablancas + The Voidz get weird on Tyranny, but weird doesn't automatically mean quality.
Thirteen years on this seemingly-derivative piece of sludge metal differentiates itself from less interesting acts with one thing: pure sonic filth.
Tuesday, October 21 2014
As in Faber's previous fiction, the situation the protagonist meets in The Book of Strange New Things appears to be more complex than what this idealistic but flawed Everyman can fully comprehend.
Artist Christian DiBari's black-and-white panels feel more than a little like a woodcut – roughly done with a pocket knife, all slash marks and scars, as if the killer herself is carving out this story with her bloody blade.
Readers familiar with these artists will be happy with this representative selection, while newcomers such as myself will find much to pore over, much to enjoy and much to provoke thought.
The Pineapple Thief mastermind delves into the making of Magnolia, the [un]fair criticisms of fans, and the joys of modern Opeth, among many other topics.
Without room for doubt, uncertainty, and even self-hatred, the tyranny of Aspiration Culture prevails, and meaningful defiance is thrown out the window.
Live at the Rainbow '74 doesn't contain all of Queen's biggest commercial hits, but features some of their heaviest rock from their amazing early days.
Phantom Radio is the quintessential Mark Lanegan album, both a great starting point for those uninitiated to his world and a document that the most devoted members of his cult fanbase will cherish as one of his best.
Thurston Moore's most ambitious solo album and possibly the best Sonic Youth-related release since 2004's Sonic Nurse.
American-Canadian singer-songwriter Suzie Ungerleider ropes in other Canadian musicians to write songs for her to wildly varying results.
On Live at Wembley Arena, ABBA deliver a tightly choreographed and wildly enjoyable performance during the height of their powers.
Richard Chartier returns with another exploration of post-modernist exploration in detached existence of suburban pink-hued glamour.
Reissue of the final solo album by the hugely overlooked Australian post-punk hero, Rowland S Howard.
Monday, October 20 2014
Wolverine's demise had just enough substance and not nearly enough style.
While it looks quite amazing, the problem with Neverending Nightmares is that there is a real lack of a bigger picture, either strategically or narratively, to motivate the play itself.
Brutality can take many forms, from war making to banking.
Vincent Price brought class to everything he did, a quality evident even in the B-movies of The Vincent Price Collection II.
When Flynne Fisher witnesses a murder, a contract is taken on her life. The contract holders are from the future.
This collection of films is significant in illustrating the development of Mack Sennett's contributions to early film comedy and the lasting effects of Sennett and his troupe.
The romantic sentiment that rock was better in the past and has, as they say, given up the ghost, is a charming but misguided notion.
There's hardly enough killer fish action in Killer Fish to keep the film afloat.
Twin titans of the underground come together to craft essentially what you'd expect a collaboration of this nature to sound like, for better or worse.
The history of the Scientific Revolution, retold: Clear, detailed, and as overwhelming as drinking from a fire hose.
In overemphasizing the pure pop side of its style, Jukebox the Ghost oversimplifies and dumbs down its songwriting smarts.
The Nightjar and the Garden is a highly literary effort, a testament to a woman's trying faith in a time and place where it is a commodity that is being continuously challenged.
Simpson's grumbling's gotten boring, but Oh-No's beats are as fresh as they've ever been (straight off the farm, we're talking).
This lost live record captures one of rock’s most unassailable giants, right when it was discovering how to really belt out its “fee-fi-fo-fums”.
Frank Solivan and Dirty Kitchen are poised to become a lasting force in bluegrass and also demonstrate the potential for broader success.
Friday, October 17 2014
The commercial approach of The Book of Life is to draw on a wide range of celebrities to craft an entertainment that just about anyone could like.
A onetime Hollywood superhero takes a stab at respectability by adapting Raymond Carver’s writings to Broadway in Iñárritu's hallucinogenic satire of the entertainment industry.
The Last of the Greats was published by Image in 2011-12, a five-issue mini-series that received deserved critical acclaim but ultimately flew under the radar, popularity-wise.
Ian Bell explores Dylan's unparalleled second act in a quintessentially American career. It's a tale of redemption, of an act of creative will against the odds, and of a writer who refused to fade away.
Goofing around with Garfield on The Garfield Randomiser and Garfield Minus Garfield evokes the poetic Surrealism that arose from Dadism.
Throughout her long and legendary career, Lucinda Williams has garnered a reputation for dismissing any notions of rules, expectations, or boundaries.
Rhino’s seven CD retrospective box set Soundtracks covers off the bulk of Ry Cooder’s ‘80s film work. Interesting and varied, this is a worthy re-issue.
Even though How I Learned to Write Backwards is arguably the band's darkest hour, it's still affirming and affecting, the final piece in a wonderful trilogy of albums.
Italo Calvino offers a rarely personal, and deeply insightful, glimpse of the adolescent experience of war.
The constantly morphing new jazz trio moves into deeply atmospheric, electronic territory and dares you to follow.
This EP bears the mark of idle hands merely wanting to keep busy.
The latest from M.C. Taylor and Scott Hirsch's country-leaning band serves as an re-introduction and a rebirth for their signature sound.
When playing corridos, one must be absolutely modern. If you play them as hard as possible, that helps.
Thursday, October 16 2014
Lilting challenges what it means to assimilate into a culture, suggesting that blending in isn't necessary for shared experience.
From the first selfie to the importance of jazz musicians, Steven Johnson puts a few surprises into How We Got To Now.
Just keep moving, folks. There is nothing to see here, especially nothing scary. This Klarion, this Witch Boy, is a lot more boy than witch.
The Essential Jacques Demy provides an insightful look inside an auteur who may finally be getting the recognition he deserves.
Written in vivid detail and expertly researched, Mike Stobbe's chronicle of the office of the Surgeon General parts the curtains on some surprising heroes and brings us to a surprising conclusion.
Phil Elverum brought minimalist arrangements of songs from upcoming Mount Eerie release Sauna to NYC's Le Poisson Rouge, along with plenty of mystery and endearing stage banter.
Hannibal, unlike much-hyped pulp revival shows like True Detective and Fargo, refuses to give its audience neat answers on matters of right and wrong.
Spanish punkers came swinging harder than ever, screaming not for the sake of inducing change, but screaming for the sake of screaming – because now they could.
Lara Meyerratken, the Los Angeles-by way of-Australia indie pop musician, returns with her first new album in four years.
In its third season, Revenge jumps the shark and drowns slowly afterwards.
From the club to the bedroom, the Bloc Party frontman explores the empty sensuality of sleeping with complete strangers.
Johnny Marr's second solo album suggests a consummate musician becoming more comfortable with his solo status.
Lars Iyer's latest novel explores sadness and genius while contemplating the end of philosophy.
Bestial Burden really knows how to work a mood, and beat that sense of claustrophobic misery right into the ground.
These Birmingham lads mine their musical past to create a sound in keeping with their influences without straying too far from established templates, finding comfort in familiarity.
A long-shelved power pop gem gets its chance to shine.
Trigger Hippy's roots run deep and the down-and-dirty, soul-tinged blues they rock is the real deal.