
Slayyyter, Recession Indicator
Slayyyter is the queen of dilapidation, and partying is her defiance against a socio-political structure designed to keep the majority down.

Slayyyter is the queen of dilapidation, and partying is her defiance against a socio-political structure designed to keep the majority down.

In response to modern corporate polish, digital creators are turning to Art Brut’s intentional imperfection as artistic resistance.

Daniel Ellsberg of the Pentagon Papers was a political whistleblower. Bloodrock had a hit song about death. Their worlds converged in 1972.

Qualities coded as “monstrous” in Eleanor Johnson’s Monstrous Bitch are more interesting than assuming that their monstrosity is itself evidence of patriarchy.

Like a literary psychoanalyst, Stephen Greenblatt delves into Sir Walter Raleigh’s inner identity; like a sociological theatre critic, he explores Elizabethan performance and reveals striking parallels to our time.

Yes, Deadheads came for the music, but also for the possibility of a life outside the bounds of straight society; something vaguely criminal and very American noir.

Purdue University recently announced a new expedition to discover what happened to Amelia Earhart. In 1972, the band Plainsong sang of its own investigation into the heroine’s mythology.

Fascism seeks to eradicate difference, that mind-messing hobgoblin. It wants to erase knowledge and create unity in ignorance. Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night distills these themes in our era’s discourse.

Mascha Schilinski’s Sound of Falling operates in the language of the unconscious, which is the language of the dead. The viewer must invite the dead into each present moment.

Made for the masses, and specifically for football fans, Most World Cup songs sound like AI slop, but there are some rare gems to be found, and we’ve got them.

YouTube sketch comedy Chris and Jack critiques media clichés, predictable outcomes, and our addiction to hypnotic screens; the very things of the series itself.

David Frankel’s satire The Devil Wears Prada rendered Gen X’s smarter-than-everyone, holier-than-thou attitude of perpetual disaffection obsolete.