Friday, March 6 2015
These eight films collectively demonstrate a master filmmaker with a total understanding and command of cinematic language.
Seminal Scottish punkers show they’ve still got what it takes.
Expanded re-issue of CVB’s 2004 epic New Roman Times remains ambitiously thrilling.
Those of us who write only wish for half of author Priya Parmar’s talents, whose writing is a lovely, lilting thing.
Driver is heavy on melodies and breezy in its effortlessness. It's the kind of album that moves in different ways during different times and reveals aural layers on multiple listens.
JJ Grey and Mofro provide a connection to the past and a time when talent and tenacity moved the music forward.
A "new" CD of Ralph Stanley duets provides an easy metaphor for how music is currently sold.
Thursday, March 5 2015
Florian Illies embraces the importance of moments as he peers into a fragmented past to offer something that is simple yet monumental.
Maison Close might not quite uplift you; but, then again, many of the best and most realistic series on television usually don’t.
Noel Gallagher may not be completely chasing yesterday, but he certainly isn't moving forward.
The Old Crow Medicine Show member stretches his solo songwriting muscle on his self-titled release.
Barry Miles' work depicts a complicated human being and visionary artist who has too often been dehumanized and made one-dimensional.
The deep, rich sound of Pops’ guitar captures the immense spirit of a human being that cannot be seen in the physical manifestation of a man.
Kid Ink is a major label rapper, and Full Speed is his collection of major label rap song facsimiles.
Martin Callingham plays it safe with a series of watery folk numbers that might soothe but are too slack and too nebulous to exert any real power.
Wednesday, March 4 2015
Batgirl began her stay with the kind of bang that could only come from being anointed by social media. In this issue, we see that fake love begin to unravel.
As in any scene, bands form, break up, and share the stage with each other, and the strong sense of community felt by the Lookout alums runs through the pages.
Like all adaptations of this classic work of erotic literature, this film misses the mark in capturing any of the poignancy of the novel's fluid and lyrical prose.
Aureate Gloom is a soliloquy to anyone willing to listen, an intense affirmation of the confusion that comes with change, and of the uncertainty that comes with difficult choices.
Aureate Gloom is momentarily great, but it becomes infuriating in a instant.