At their best, The Weeks crank jittery, bristling, two-guitar onslaughts, paced at punk speed, but laced with southern blues guitar… at their worst, they sound a lot like the Counting Crows.
Jamie xx: In Colour
Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes / Under the Pink (reissues)
'Charlie's Country' Remembers and Lives Australia's Tragic Colonial Past
The Best in the Worst Circumstances in 'Old Man Logan #1'
Nobody Won the 'War for the Soul of America'
Simon Spence's Biography of the Happy Mondays Is 'All Excess'
Soak: Before We Forgot How to Dream
Shooting Back: Kamel Daoud's Reply to Albert Camus' 'The Stranger'
"This bewildering, reckless, and captivating Japanese monstrosity is a colorful, widescreen explosion of cross-genre craziness.