Wednesday, April 23 2014
Choose your own adventure. Heartsrevolution give you two choices: Ride OR Die. (Hint: Say "Ride, please").
The Baseball Project goes deep into the lore, heritage and shadows of the great American pastime -- and comes up with an awesome record.
First solo effort from the Cardigans and A Camp vocalist is pleasant enough singer-songwriter fare that doesn’t truly find its footing until the back half of the album.
This is what we're left with after the fuzz guitars go away.
Tuesday, April 22 2014
These two soccer stories, focused on the World Cups of 1974 and 1986, reveal the politics, culpability, and legacy of FIFA in broader contexts.
Mona Simpson’s novels, always sensitive and complex, have only become more so with time, acquiring the depth only a seasoned writer can proffer.
Divine was large and loud, an actor who challenged expectations, even among drag queens.
A time travel paradox that's overdue yet underwhelming.
Vera Farmiga and Andy Garcia are enchanting in a film made exclusively for the pleasure of hearing them talk.
The Way and Color is a welcome and daring departure from TEEN's Spacemen 3-laced debut, 2012’s In Limbo, even though it doesn’t always hit its marks.
Sugar is not a sticky-sweet album. Whether or not that's good news to you, G. Love & Special Sauce have returned.
This vigorous interdisciplinary approach brings a revealing new perspective to a well-worn classic of American literature.
Occasional corniness aside, Cloud Cult have crafted an excellent live album.
Lil' Wayne hits the reset button on his Cash Money imprint, but with only minor roster changes is it worth the effort?
Year One, which collects three releases from the past year or so, serves as both a celebration of what has been and a preamble to what seems like an awfully bright future.
Monday, April 21 2014
I find myself growing tired of Zero Year, a yearlong story that has come after two other lengthy storyarcs. I’m especially tired after lines like this: “Gentlemen, meet my friend…the ‘$%$^! psycho in a batsuit.’
The beloved McSweeney's is stripped of its Internet cloak and laid before us on the bare, naked pages of print.
Errol Morris delivers an impressionistic take on a remarkable life that is perhaps more wondrous than it has any right to be.
Curiously, getting lost in Fez's pixelated world becomes the game's greatest pleasure.
Despite tough breaks, happy endings prevail thanks to the intelligence and professionalism of law enforcement.