Tuesday, March 4 2014
The addled combinations of sap and syrup, air and gravity, evaporation and consolidation also serve as a humble harbinger of global warming.
In many ways, Blue is the Warmest Color is everything Free Fall should have been.
If there is but one thing in Diana worth our time, it is watching the extraordinary Naomi Watts as she respectfully portrays Princes Di.
St. Carolyn by the Sea / There Will Be Blood is a breathtaking classic for the future. Pop/classical crossovers will never be the same.
Lifted is an absorbing exploration into how the introduction of elevators into buildings transformed cities and the experience of living and working in them.
This is an LP that merits liberal use of the repeat button, and, even when it occasionally misfires, there’s always something interesting just around the corner.
As much as critics privilege perceived innovation, how many bands working in the rock/pop idiom truly have developed their own musical language? The Caribbean has.
Rosanne Cash’s conceit is that one has to look outward to see what’s inside. The public landmarks just serve as reminders of one’s private thoughts.
These songs are dull, forgettable, and mostly interchangeable.
Monday, March 3 2014
For the most part, Those Who Kill lets you feel cynical and all-knowing. But with the camera on Chloë Sevigny's pale, ghastly face, you also feel you can never know enough.
Come eat from the trashcan of ideology with Slavoj Zizek.
Timothy Schaffert draws upon L. Frank Baum's Oz mythology for his gorgeous fifth novel, The Swan Gondola.
The Juvenile Justice System remains wrong in its conception of zero tolerance. Lives are being destroyed.
More meaningless death and more meaningless destruction still rings hollow.
Drive-By Truckers have lost a songwriter and a guitarist since their last album, but English Oceans finds them adjusting with aplomb and turning out another strong record.
Part Shakespearean analysis, part cultural anthropology, part literary criticism and part psychoanalysis, Missing Out is a compendium of insights and musings about our desire to be more than we are.
Without a doubt, this is another Real Estate album.
Ava Luna's second full-length release is inconsistent, but when it's on, it does the band's influences proud.
Cantrell expertly blends a host of influences, instruments, and styles into a brilliant country record. Her lovely voice is just the icing.
On Trance Hypothesis, the mystical and the manic intertwine for one of the most rewarding global fusion releases in recent memory.