Monday, June 3 2002
There’s always something slightly predictable about a new Del Amitri album: you just know it will be packed with yet more examples of wonderfully
Note: This review is written in real-time, starting at 5:44 a.m. on 26 May 2002. This is in keeping with Kim Deal’s new “All Wave” recording
Wetlands is a bare bones approach to Louisiana music, reminiscent of the kind of music a person might hear if stumbling into a club in
There comes a times in most people’s lives when they just don’t feel right with the world. Undoubtedly, the adolescent teenage years spark
The video on this enhanced extended-play CD comes from the street action surrounding Air’s performance in Los Angeles last summer. It’s okay footage—
Actionslacks are a band that I’ve had some trouble with over the years. I first saw them about five years ago, up in Vancouver,
Sunday, June 2 2002
They didn't need a presentation by the mayor to give them the keys to Las Vegas; they owned Vegas in all of its bohemian glory.
Friday, May 31 2002
Peppered with Chappellian hilarities (and the man can riff), it is more like Austin Powers than a hard-hitting satire, minus Mike Meyers' mania, plus Lee's deft direction and Griffin's own brand of energy.
A new comedy from Israel, could be funnier in a lot of ways, and more serious in others.
At their best, documentaries can offer revelatory vistas of neglected worlds. These films offer singular perspectives -- they make journalism and artistic expression seem inextricable.
The subject of CQ is Paul, artist, coffee-drinker, American in Paris.
Thursday, May 30 2002
Emo fans are fun to watch when they get mad. It’s like when guys like myself were metalheads years ago: you claim to be
San Francisco’s Naked Music has released a lot of fantastic house music over the last few years, but for my money their all-time greatest
Do you ever get the feeling some kind of weird commandment went out recently to blues artists to really start pushing the creative envelope? I
No two ways about it, Kenny Howes writes and performs some excellent power pop. It only takes one listen to Kenny Howes and the Yeah!
The Last Broadcast is far from a poor album. In fact, it has the elements of a great album, but it sounds like they got stuck halfway through or decided they had enough singles and cobbled the rest together hastily.
While U2 were turning Ireland’s beauty and strife into three-chord testaments, while the Pogues were busy being Ireland’s answer to the Replacements, and
If this were a first effort I could see Ecstasy falling between two increasingly distant schools. Much of the album is too soft and silky
Tom Clancy's novels and the movies they spawn have never had much truck with credibility.
[The office] is a penitentiary for the non-criminal, and a continually witty and dry visual joke.