Thursday, April 11 2002
The good news is that Brendan Benson is back. Six years later, this singer/songwriter returns with a winning sophomore collection of a dozen personal
The film's assumptions about the Agency, are, in a word, Before September 11, before top secret government agencies (CIA, FBI, etc.) were revealed as not doing what they've been pretending to be doing all this time.
The Sweetest Thing targets moviegoers who seek out the familiar and formulaic.
It's not every day that you see an older adult with mental disabilities as the star in an internationally distributed film.
When the children speak for themselves, 'Promises' is very powerful.
National Lampoon's Van Wilder [is] the latest version of Maxim, the Movie.
What makes the Maysles' work special lies in how they manage, by focusing so intently on their subjects, to elicit a body of information that the audience is compelled to examine for its possible meaning.
Moody, perverse, and full to busting with metaphorical cautions.
Wednesday, April 10 2002
It’s very fitting that the reunited duo of Pete Shelley and Howard Devoto have released their new album, Buzzkunst, under the name ShelleyDevoto. After
Having grown jaded by what had become the definitive portrait of the indie/math rock aesthetic throughout the 1990s—a sulking, shiftless-when-idle mentality juxtaposed with
Flash! To any and all who ever wished they had experienced the best of late ‘70s punk-rock-new wave, and especially if you have, you gotta
Speaking of Now disappoints. It disappoints because at first it seems so promising. On the first two tracks, “As It Is” and “Proof”, the Pat
Though everyone acknowledges the fact that Patti Labelle possesses one of the most powerful and expressive voices in popular music, she remains best known for
Without this brilliant effort, none of the others would’ve been possible. A modern classic.
Years of experience singing a cappella have brought a feast of harmonic delights that grace the songs on this new and spectacularly melodic collection from
The White Stripes are the real deal. No bass guitar, no samples, no click tracks, no "exploratory jams" -- just monster tunes, earth-shaking guitar, a telepathically intuitive drummer, and a vocal delivery that can evoke Iggy Pop as easily as Gene Vincent.
This was one of the most oddly-billed shows I have witnessed in quite some time. Allow me to explain myself. For the opening band we
“Holy shit!” are the first spoken words out of Phantom Planet’s lead singer Alex Greenwald’s mouth when he takes in the roar of
This past December, former Downbeat associate editor and part time pundit for the JazzTimes Nat Hentoff pontificated that Jane Monheit and Diana Krall—two of