Thursday, April 4 2002
What Becomes Before by London outfit Billy Mahonie is a terrific fucking album, to put it bluntly. If PopMatters was into capsulized reviews, we’d
S E T L I S T SingGood FeelingWriting to Reach YouPipe DreamsAs You AreDriftwoodThe FearSideLast TrainMore Than UsFollow the LightTurnFlowers in the
In the recent past people tried to tell us that quiet was the new loud. Britain was awash with troubled singers standing on the shoulders
With the much heralded musical shift from the country-soul amalgam of Nixon, to the sparser, quieter textures of their latest offering Is A Woman, Lambchop
What is the desire to recapture magical moments that belong only to the past? The term I’m searching for is something that goes beyond
It was all Clash over the Echo Lounge’s PA system on a Tuesday night. The debut album before the first band, The Drill Team,
S E T L I S T Richter Scale MadnessMistakes and RegretsMark David ChapmanGargoyle WaitingHomageFake Fake EyesAnother Morning StonerBaudelaireRelative WaysAged DollsA Perfect TeenhoodTotally
Haneke's films challenge not only media violence, but also unsuccessful satires of media violence, like Oliver Stone's indulgent, bloodily hedonistic 'Natural Born Killers'.
Arid and hermetic, it's the first misstep in Hartley's intriguing and varied career.
'High Crimes' is a movie starring Ashley Judd whom someone has determined is the ideal Flinty Woman in Danger.
The rerelease of 'E.T.' raises questions that underscore the difference between the Reagan-Bush years and the years of Bush Jr. and Dick Cheney.
'Crush' is surely 'quaint,' but . . . it's also sad in ways it probably doesn't mean to be.
Wednesday, April 3 2002
When I listen to Texas is the Reason’s Do You Know Who You Are?, I have the feeling I’ve been here before. The
Put in percussion, lots of imported blocks scrapingMuted bongos, plucked bass beats, empty hollow soundingTones to get your empty ribcage reverbratingHe’s singing lyrics about
You have to give Chris Isaak his due—he only does one thing but he does it very well. Always Got Tonight, his new release
Right from the first seconds of the opening title track of Hefner’s fourth album, the synthesizers say it all. Sparkling squiggles of vintage analogue
Maggie Connell’s The Luxury of Sadness is an album to behold. It is a strange little work, one that doesn’t freely lend itself
And I had such high hopes for Sub Pop. Last year was banner year for the label by any standard. In addition to excellent albums
It should almost be law that any male/female duo that forms a band must date, then break up, but keep the band together. The