Monday, July 7 2014
There’s no scenery chewing in All That Heaven Allows, just very eloquent décor.
This is Judas Priest as they haven't been heard in nearly 25 years. Not since Painkiller has the band had this much power, energy, or hooks.
Hardly original, but always something of quality, Wooden Head is a record you’ll be glad to hear, and, by the end, leaves you wanting more.
Famous Baby is fun and funny and a bit flawed, just like its two main characters.
The Pretenders vocalist delivers first solo album with a little help from her friends. Results may vary.
Elusive would imply that she's hiding from us. The irony is that this album serves Mariah Carey in droves.
Music of the earth, emotion and community, Handsome and Gretyl talk love, hope, optimism, and life.
Wednesday, July 2 2014
War is bad, demons are bad, walking on human skulls is bad. And then what?
The middle day of the festival on Saturday featured a strong draw for the rock ‘n' roll crowd.
It’s nearly impossible to not get roped in by the easy banter of the dialogue, the epic drama, and the luminous images of this quintessential Western.
The Bats are a crucial part of the Flying Nun story, as well as the story of New Zealand music.
There is nothing hidden about the world of these stories, and Yu Hua’s writing is defined by its plainspoken voice and depiction of quotidian lives.
Willie Nelson still makes records that are smart, funny, sexy, and heartbreaking.
The Hunting Party is a decent record on its own, but it feels too repetitive, uninspired, and generic to equal its immediate predecessors.
“The Ballad of Stinky Penis”. “I’m Gonna Fuck You Up!". “Big Bloody Booger on the Bathroom Wall”. If those song titles seem even remotely appealing to you, boy, have I got the record for you!
As the title implies, this is nothing but drum solos from one of the greatest drummers of all time. Even if the notion turns you off, the album itself will prove mesmerizing.
Tuesday, July 1 2014
The children in Earth to Echo are trying to be understood, and to matter, with the footage they shoot.
Imagine you’re back in high school. You’re faced with a lot of societal pressures such as fitting in and applying for colleges. Now to top that off your school has inexplicably been transported to an alien galaxy. You are now entering The Woods.
Despite being set in London's Swinging Sixties, Up the Junction comes across just as apropos of America's here and now.
These adventurous women only wear some kind of underwear or nightie in front of the windows for that funny little peeping tom across the courtyard.