Wednesday, April 1 2015
These indie giants' recent two-night run at New York City's Webster Hall answers the question: what kind of band is Modest Mouse in 2015?
A heated confrontation between Black Manta and Amanda Waller is the highlight of New Suicide Squad #8.
For many, going to college is a dream come true. Sadly, as this film points out, it will also become a nightmare.
The essays in Discontent and its Civilizations treat their subjects with skill and beauty; sharing an idea or insight and then leaving it to the reader to nurture the thought further.
This mid-'80s obscurity is a chilling depiction of the violence amongst those who find themselves on the fringes of society's moral landscape.
While the layers of their enigma are gradually peeled away, Death Grips still show how relentlessly messy and fascinating they can be on their first double-album.
Kent Russell explores multiple, often bizarre manifestations of American masculinity in addition to his own.
Action Bronson takes the best ingredients of his acclaimed mixtapes, buffs them up with tighter production values and greater artistic focus, and produces his strongest statement yet.
Ringo sings praises to the past with obvious nods to nostalgia.
This old school-style thrash metal album would be a lot of fun if the lead singer didn't punctuate his vocals with random, aggravating falsetto shrieks.
This nifty compilation fills in some blanks on the lesser-known variation of Chicago house. No booty has been spared.
Tuesday, March 31 2015
The initial set-up contrivances suggest that Weird Loners is not so strange as its title might lead us to think.
Cyclops is put in a difficult position that reveals his vulnerabilities, amongst other things.
Internet shamings are simple: people say dumb things, are then pilloried for it and in the ensuing frenzy lose their jobs and reputations.
This biopic both reminds the world of Alan Turing’s genius and aims to empower “those people no one expects anything from who do the things no one expects.”
This isn't the sound of "indie rock", nor is it "dad rock". This is "obligation rock", a forced brand of music that exists just because it has to.
This little-known collaboration between, Mamoru Oshii and Satoshi Kon, two giants of anime was never completed. But it’s very much worth reading anyway.
A lack of substance, coupled with an occasionally overwhelming “lite-ness” that veers dangerously close to easy-listening, makes Complete Strangers a less-than-solid effort.
Benjamin Clementine's emotional cup runneth over... again and again.
Perfect Abandon seems to try and fit as many people into a tiny corner as possible. It's a straight-ahead folk record, but it walks that straight road with a crooked walk.