Thursday, November 21 2013
Going along is one means of survival in a game where poor folks fight and kill each other to save their district. Their struggles serve as entertainment for the privileged "1%", if you will.
RAC are no longer just reworking your favorite rock tunes. His scope now includes developing his own hit tunes. We spoke with Anjos before seeing his first live show in New York.
The disparate influences, caginess, and behind-the-scenes difficulties in The Uninvited make for an intoxicating snapshot of a genre on the verge of popular acceptance.
This is new age music before it became a commodity, before it evolved into aural wallpaper and background music. When it was the domain of outsider artists, eccentrics and experimentalists.
The stygian, genre non-conforming hybrid of black metal and punk on Cara Neir's latest makes for a hard-to-pigeonhole, easy-to-love album that might just be the best metal record put out all year.
The book I hoped to write about Tommy Wiseau has already been written by the person most intimately connected with the debacle that is Tommy’s mind
Eminem's revisitation to his most accomplished album is a recipe for disaster that somehow turns into a pleasant surprise worthy of being called a sequel.
In 1993, Lenny Kravitz released his finest record, Are You Gonna Go My Way. On its 20th anniversary, a deluxe edition has arrived that nearly buries that achievement under the weight of a mass of minimally interesting material.
Dexys' first album in 27 years highlights the mercurial talents of Kevin Rowland and bandmates on this suburb album of love, loathing and confession.
Braids drop the guitars, get a little house-y and cut another great compilation of indie rock trends.
Wednesday, November 20 2013
Drive-By Truckers's performance at the Bluebird Nightclub in Bloomington, Indiana was a total triumph -- raucous, profound and very, very loud.
It's Green Arrow vs. Batman in the pages of Green Arrow #24, but not quite. Because it's the past, and Ollie it's quite Green Arrow yet, and it's not quite "versus."
We're the Millers is like a less allegorical, more accessible Pleasantville.
Sebastian Faulks' impersonation of P.G. Wodehouse, master of English prose and the comic novel, evades total embarrassment but chooses a too sentimental attitude toward its subjects to get off many good gags.
John Carpenter's classic siege thriller isn't quite the old Hollywood throwback it's reputed to be, but it offers a striking reworking of genre mechanics and imagery to make up for its unsentimental atmosphere.
I don't want to tell you anything about this game. You will probably just scroll down to see what number is at the bottom of this review. You don't care. You just want validation.
Sleepwalker is one of the most obscure British films ever made, and it's easy to see why: almost everything about Saxon Logan's weird, unsettling and dreamlike film is unconventional.
Bottle Rockets and The Brooklyn Side offer a welcome addition to the alt-country pantheon and still hold up as generally great, if slightly flawed, albums.
Nobody wants to walk out of a rave and into a damn crystals shop. Yet in more than one instance, this Brighton producer insists on taking us there on this truncated follow-up to last year’s compelling Nebula Dance.
If you like getting lost in language and a book that resists fixity and linearity (and don’t mind hearing about people’s entrails being eaten by pigs), consider spending a few hours with Miss Homicide.