It Shall Be Released

Something to look forward to: The Roots

Rubenstein looks back at the release of a number of highly anticipated albums to contrast his opinions then and now. How much does personal expectation factor into our ultimate enjoyment of music?

August 29, 2006 was a big day for me. Sure, in a year I won't remember what happened, but for the few weeks leading up to it, the number was etched in my mind as the day the Roots' new album, Game Theory, would hit store shelves. It's not often there's an album that I will go out and buy the day it is released. For these albums, I'll try not to sully my mind by reading reviews or sampling tracks online; I want to savor the experience of slipping the disc into my stereo and hearing the music for the first time.

For years, I rarely got around to listening to new music at all; if I was at the record store, I was hunting around not for the latest releases but for some obscure Taj Mahal or Dr. John CD. Music that was hard to find somehow seemed more worthwhile to me, or at least it made buying an album seem more like an accomplishment and less like a transaction. But no matter how thrilling it might be to discover a rare collection from a long-dead artist among the stacks of bootlegs at the flea market, I soon realized it couldn't quite match the anticipation of new music unheard by anyone else. It's something like the excitement of seeing a just-released movie in the theatres: the film may not be as great or important as all the classics, but it provides a new, shared experience filled with tantalizing promise. More importantly, it gives us something to look forward to.

That desire for true anticipation -- and, to be honest, some sense of community within the often isolated world of music collecting -- contributed to my eventual engagement with more modern music. Being the obsessive person that I am, it didn't take me long to imbue new releases with the same importance I had once reserved for past masterworks. These unrealistic expectations more often than not led to disappointment; no new album can match months of fantastic predictions. In reality, my favorite albums have been ones that I chose through gut instinct, say, after hearing the name of an artist discussed by someone else, or by being drawn to a certain CD cover. My calculated purchases, those I've anticipated for weeks or months, don't necessarily become my favorites. My early experiences with the album are usually colored by my enthusiasm; I'm stubborn enough not to want all that energy to have been for nothing. But the months or years since those significant buys shed light on what the albums really mean to me, and whether they were really worth the effort. If my favorite music usually comes to me by chance, why must I spend so much time forcing it? Maybe by looking at how some of my most anticipated albums of the past several years have aged, I'll be able to temper my expectations for this latest purchase. Or maybe not.

Barenaked Ladies, Stunt (July 7, 1998)

Then: Sometimes, you have to be honest about your past. So here goes -- I cried a lot in first grade, I wore a rat tail with pride, and I used to have a huge obsession with the Barenaked Ladies. Having cut my teeth on my brother's copy of Rock Spectacle (before the roles shifted dramatically, Josh passed down some decent musical tastes -- of course, I also have him to thank for the Fine Young Cannibals), I became a superfan almost overnight. It wasn't long before I had crowned Gordon one of the finest albums ever, and anointed Page/Robertson as the second coming of Lennon/McCartney. "One Week" may have been the lead single on Stunt, but it was deep cuts like "Alcohol" and "Call and Answer" that boosted it to Born on a Pirate Ship status in my mind.

Now: "Chickity China, the Chinese Chicken..." Ok, so I may have slightly overrated Page, but he did (does?) have a knack for quirky pop song. No matter what the social ramifications, I can't deny that the music has a certain innocent appeal. Sort of like how I still watch Boy Meets World.

Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, Burn to Shine (September 21, 1999)

Then: I may or may not once have met Innocent Criminals' bassist Juan Nelson's daughter online. Though the teenager tried to convince me to meet her backstage when Ben and the band came to my college, I was able to resist the invitation (and possible practical joke). Had it been my high-school self, though, I'm not sure I could've held back. Along with Sublime, Harper was the be-all and end-all of modern music for me during a certain period; his first three albums had permanent status on the center console of my car. Burn to Shine, his major-label debut, was likely to cement his status in the minds of others, and so I was worried for him. Judging from the frequency with which I listened to it that first month, I shouldn't have been concerned -- though it had a different, more rock-centric feel to it, I thought the album held more weight than the average new release. Harper was still above criticism.

Now: While I still can't resist "The Woman in You" and "Suzie Blue" (and, on a very happy day, "Steal My Kisses"), much of this album feels like an attempt to show how many styles Harper can pull off. I certainly can't listen all the way through like I could seven years ago. It's worth noting that this was the last Ben Harper album I listened to extensively -- it always amazes me how I can put all of my listening energy into one artist, only to allow him to drop from my mind. Upon hearing "Better Way" on the radio, I had to ask who it was.

Beck, Midnite Vultures (November 16, 1999)

Then: At 17 years old, I wanted to defy the logic of all sex laws. I really, truly did...and I saw no irony in anyone putting that desire on record. It didn't matter that it was sung in falsetto; Beck had always been a bit of a jokester in my book. Heck, I learned my first Spanish phrases from Mellow Gold. When I slipped this disc into my car CD player on the way to school, I could taste the "Peaches and Cream" of which he screamed, and knew this was destined for heavy rotation at the monthly bonfires I shared with my nerdy friends.

Now: Maybe this album should've been named Stunt. With a little more cultural education under my belt, this seems far more like a cheap parody of a genre than a truly joyous offering. Besides the fact that the songs don't hold up to repeated listenings like most of Beck's material (with the exception of the highly addictive "Debra"), it just all seems almost mocking. It's like when I found out wrestling was fake; I can't quite appreciate it anymore, even if it is done well.

Spoon, Kill the Moonlight (Aug 20, 2002)

Then: It gave me some weird sort of satisfaction to see Kill the Moonlight displayed prominently at the end of the aisle along with the other "hot" new releases at Newbury Comics. Since I'd been listening to A Series of Sneaks and Girls Can Tell pretty much all summer, Spoon had become sort of my new project. I'll admit, "Small Stakes" threw me for a loop -- its choppy, minimalist sound scared me enough that I turned off the road into a Home Depot parking lot to wait it out. Once I got past the horns, I decided it was the sound of a new direction, one that I could definitely get behind.

Now: I'm always looking at the clock when I listen to this one, because its short running time is over way too soon. But I think that's what makes it worthwhile...and certainly worth beating myself over the head with.

Talib Kweli, Quality (November 19, 2002)

The Roots, Phrenology (November 26, 2002)

Then: One of the things I was most looking forward to during my semester abroad in Scotland was the prospect of picking up all sorts of music I wouldn't be able to get stateside. But I had no idea that I'd be spending much of my time lusting after two albums I could've procured quite easily at home. As luck would have it, Kweli, the Roots, and Common were all releasing highly-anticipated albums at that time -- in the US Every time I went to the store in Edinburgh, I was turned away empty-handed. Finally, these were both available (somehow, I held off on Common's Electric Circus; God was smiling upon me on that day).

I was ready to be extremely disappointed with Phrenology, given all the negative press and message-board bashing I'd been soaking up as I waited impatiently. But I wasn't disappointed. I can recall walking the streets of Edinburgh with "Rock You" blasting from my cheap Discman, and thinking the Roots had hit gold. (My roommates didn't feel the same way -- they turned it off at "!!!!!!!".) Quality was another story. Though Dave Chappelle's "Keynote Speaker" remains one of the funniest album intros ever, I felt that Hi-Tek was sorely missed on this one. In fact, as much as I tried, I couldn't listen to much of the album that first month, save for "Get By", "Good to You", and "Guerilla Monsoon Rap" (my first introduction to some guy named Kanye West).

Now: I have a good excuse for skipping over every song from Quality when it comes up on my iPod -- something in the transferring process affected the sound quality. But that's just a cop-out; I have no interest in most of these songs anymore, except for "Guerilla Monsoon Rap", where Pharoah Monche puts in a great performance. Sadly, I've been turned off of Kweli for the past several years, even if he did invent the Nike swoosh.

Meanwhile, Phrenology's "Water" (the first half, at least) is routinely stuck in my head, as are "The Seed (2.0)" and "Rollin' with Heat" (appropriately, featuring Kweli). None of this changes the fact that the whole album concept makes little sense.

Spoon, Gimme Fiction (May 10, 2005)

Then: I couldn't afford to have this album suck. I'd already stuck the free promotional sticker on the plastic storage unit I lug around with me during every move, and you know how hard those things are to remove. It was also my birthday present to myself, so I was in line to be doubly pissed if things went awry. Thankfully, from the first plodding notes of "The Beast and Dragon, Adored" to the impeccably-placed hand claps in "They Never Got You", this was an easy album to love from first listen.

Now: I'm hoping that, thanks to Gimme Fiction, the band has finally surpassed the Chicago nightclub in terms of name recognition. Without "Sister Jack", it's pretty much a perfect album. It also sounds about ten times better live, in case you're considering a trip.

Common, Be (May 24, 2005)

Then: Even if Common essentially left Chicago before I planted myself here, I've felt a connection with his music in part because he name checks places I recognize. Besides, it doesn't hurt that "I Used to Love H.E.R." is pretty much the anthem for conscious hip-hop. Though others had blamed his lack of commercial success on sparse production, I'd been pretty impressed with many of the songs on previous albums, particularly Like Water for Chocolate. I wasn't sure he needed to ride Kanye's coattails to fame, but I figured it was worth a shot. I felt even more confident in this after watching the two on Chappelle's Show doing "The Food", though I'll never understand why that version was put on the album. Other than that, I had no complaints -- this was in many ways the perfect summer CD.

Now: As much as it surprises me, I have to give Kanye the credit for any repeated listens of this one. Though I definitely enjoyed Common's new "basement" sets at his live show, where he basically ignored his older tracks in favor of running through the new album entire, I quickly tired of hearing him talk about his daughter, God, etc. But I don't think I'll ever get tired of the opening bass line, and I've done some of my best weightlifting with "Testify" as the soundtrack. That's not saying much, but it's something.

People Under the Stairs, Stepfather (April 18, 2006)

Then: I'm going to go on record saying that O.S.T. is my favorite hip-hop album of all time. So this had no chance of living up to my expectations, especially after the excruciating four-year wait. It's not surprising that I was sorely disappointed upon first listen. The sample-heavy style seemed like a caricature of the PUTS sound, as if Double K and Thes One wanted to prove their old-school influences to any new listeners. If there was any song that epitomized this, it was the disjointed "Pumpin'". At least the DVD was hilarious.

Now: This one has grown on me a lot. I'd put "Crown Ones" and "Tuxedo Rap" next to pretty much anything they've done, and it flows far better from track to track than I originally thought. It's a celebration of everything they'd worked on up to this point. And if you do one thing this "The Ice Castle", produced by Thes One. You'll thank me.

As for Game Theory, well, obviously I can't trust my first impression. It took me a few days of forced listening to get into it, and it now feels like the strongest Roots album top to bottom since Things Fall Apart (as everyone seems to agree). The stretch from "Don't Feel Right" to "Here I Come" has been a semi-daily ritual for me ever since late August. But the real test, I guess, will come down the road, when it has to compete with the hundreds of other albums that once held some status in my collection. Until then, I'm counting the days until Brother Ali's new release. I hear it's gonna be great.


The Best Metal of 2017

Painting by Mariusz Lewandowski. Cover of Bell Witch's Mirror Reaper.

There's common ground between all 20 metal albums despite musical differences: the ability to provide a cathartic release for the creator and the consumer alike, right when we need it most.

With global anxiety at unprecedented high levels it is important to try and maintain some personal equilibrium. Thankfully, metal, like a spiritual belief, can prove grounding. To outsiders, metal has always been known for its escapism and fantastical elements; but as most fans will tell you, metal is equally attuned to the concerns of the world and the internal struggles we face and has never shied away from holding a mirror up to man's inhumanity.

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From genre-busting electronic music to new highs in the ever-evolving R&B scene, from hip-hop and Americana to rock and pop, 2017's music scenes bestowed an embarrassment of riches upon us.

60. White Hills - Stop Mute Defeat (Thrill Jockey)

White Hills epic '80s callback Stop Mute Defeat is a determined march against encroaching imperial darkness; their eyes boring into the shadows for danger but they're aware that blinding lights can kill and distort truth. From "Overlord's" dark stomp casting nets for totalitarian warnings to "Attack Mode", which roars in with the tribal certainty that we can survive the madness if we keep our wits, the record is a true and timely win for Dave W. and Ego Sensation. Martin Bisi and the poster band's mysterious but relevant cool make a great team and deliver one of their least psych yet most mind destroying records to date. Much like the first time you heard Joy Division or early Pigface, for example, you'll experience being startled at first before becoming addicted to the band's unique microcosm of dystopia that is simultaneously corrupting and seducing your ears. - Morgan Y. Evans

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59. Everything Everything - A Fever Dream (RCA)

Everything Everything is a band of impossible ambition, apparent from even the name. Merely everything is not enough for this prog-pop quartet and frankly, the world may not be ready to oblige. "I want this planet, and I want it now / to beat like an anvil 'til the poison's out" begins "Desire", one of the album's early gut-punches. If these were times of hope and prosperity, maybe egos this size would be celebrated. But we've made that mistake before. Hovering in our minds is the expectation that we must repent for generations of excess with modesty, conservation, quiet introspection. A Fever Dream embodies none of this. It reeks of English imperialism and mulish masculinity. It's bombastic beyond belief, and it's exactly what we need.

Everything Everything's fourth record is its most personal and urgent yet. The lyrics seem to be a document for primary songwriter Jonathan Higgs' psychological condition, and it's a troubling one, to say the least. He wears his insecurities like armor, and his pride gleams like Excalibur. Enshrouding his big plans for this world gone mad are doubt and defeatism and a predisposition for hedonism. It's the battle of Jonathan vs. the world, but also of the world vs. the world, and of Jonathan vs. Jonathan. For us sons and daughters of the microprocessor, a mere trip to the grocer's forces us to contend with the unruly exponential growth of this absurdist empire—our neighborhoods and international networks, ids and egos are in constant need of rewiring

That concluding track of A Fever Dream rides out with the mantra: "Never tell me that we can't go further." The title of this track is "White Whale"—that impossible desire perpetually just out of reach. Whether for peace on earth or a little peace of mind, the struggle to satisfy it can lead only to insanity or death. But Everything Everything would never strive for anything less. - A. Noah Harrison

58. Do Make Say Think – Stubborn Persistent Illusions (Constellation)

Sometimes you don't know what you've got until it's gone and other times you don't realize it until it returns. Following an eight-year hiatus since Other Truths, Do Make Say Think's previous album, Stubborn Persistent Illusions is the boldest, most arresting progression of songs that the Toronto unit have crafted since Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn in 2003. Among the swells and cries of their heavier-hearted Constellation label mates such as Godspeed You! Black Emperor and the Silver Mt. Zion permutations, Do Make Say Think always set themselves apart by keeping spry and limber. The band was, and remains, a kind of compact jazz orchestra in rock band's clothing. Not a moment is wasted even in the record's tranquil stretches. This is fitting for an album whose concept comes from something as deep yet fleeting as an "image in a Buddhist poem about working with a wild mind." - Ian King

57. The Dream Syndicate – How Did I Find Myself Here? (Anti-)

Thirty years on from their last studio album, 1988's Ghost Stories, Steve Wynn has reconvened the Dream Syndicate to release what is arguably the band's best record ever. Yes, Days of Wine & Roses will always remain a touchstone for longtime fans, its surprises still fresh after decades, but How Did I Find Myself Here? distills every lesson Wynn had learned over a long and adventurous career into a coherent eight-song set that finds his band confident and playful in equal measure, amped up and in sync. Here, Wynn is joined by longtime drummer Dennis Duck and bassist Mark Walton and, as he has since the Dream Syndicate's 2012 reformation as a touring unit, Jason Victor (Wynn's longtime partner in Miracle 3) has replaced Paul Cutler on guitar. Further, Kendra Smith's surprising and welcome return on album closer "Kendra's Dream" evaporates time to connect past and future in a perfect psychedelic drift. It all adds up to a triumphant and fitting capstone for the legendary band.

56. Lee Ann Womack - The Lonely, the Lonesome, & the Gone (ATO)

Lee Ann Womack recorded The Lonely, the Lonesome & the Gone in Houston, not far from the small town where she grew up. The album is rich with a mythical Texas in the best possible ways. Womack sings with a twang and gets sentimentally soppy or wickedly mean as the songs suggest. She goes to the extremes one would expect of a Lone Star musician. It may not be the biggest state geographically, but Texans have always done things bigger. Like her fellow state-mate George Jones, whose gospel "Take the Devil Out of Me" she covers, she's pure country, meaning she probably won't be played on country radio these days. Womack wrote half of the songs here, and redoes classic material associated with Patsy Cline, Lefty Frizzell, and Johnny Cash. She covers them with a style that shows her respect for past masters and still manages to make their songs her own. - Steve Horowitz

55. Charly Bliss - Guppy (Barsuk)

On the first track of Charly Bliss' debut album Guppy, the pop-rock band, led by potent vocalist Eva Hendricks, makes a bold declaration of self. On "Percolator", Hendricks defines her artistic self and if that definition includes some uncertainty and some conflict, so much the better as Hendricks's confidence bursts forth in accepting all those elements. The rest of the album, a joyous bash of guitars and energy, pounds through related but non-repetitive territory. Hendricks takes on relationships, abuse, and harassment (and more), vocalizing complex feelings and ideas that need to be heard. She shifts quickly from anger to humor to questioning without breaking stride. The band and its sound of eating candy in the garage delivers catchy melodies and bright sounds that matches the sense of seeking and realization throughout the album. Guppy looks for sense in a demanding world while retaining a strong center, keeping a strong self-assurance in the face of various challenges. - Justin Cober-Lake

54. Tyler, the Creator - Flower Boy (Columbia)

After baiting the media with controversial, derogatory statements for years, the fact that Flower Boy was hyped as the album where Tyler, the Creator came out of the closet was, for some, reason enough to dig into it, to give him a second chance, to reassess his past statements or, you know, dismiss him all over again. Yet despite lines about "kissing white boys since 2004", the crux of Flower Boy isn't Tyler revealing his sexuality so much as he's revealing his loneliness. This is a profoundly sad album, where the immaculate production hits all of your brain's pleasure centers at once while distracting you from how isolated he feels. Happiness is always elusive, which is why he pulls out every trick he can to prevent us from seeing the real human beneath, from stacking the tracks with guest spots to releasing the worst song as the lead single. Yet the more time you spend with it, the more you wan to keep coming back to the emotional world he's constructed for himself. You'll share in his loneliness, too. - Evan Sawdey

53. Lana Del Rey – Lust for Life (Interscope)

The image of physically scaling the Hollywood sign's "H" encapsulates Lana Del Rey's ethos in that celebrity is not some abstract pinnacle one reaches but one that needs to be experienced in person. Chasing the rush of fame drove the impeccable Born to Die and, five years later, the feeling of having achieved it is evoked by the smoldering warmth of Lust for Life. Still, the disarray of the world broke through even to pop's foremost escapist, but she addresses it and her well-earned status with cryptic optimism; "Is it the end of an era? / … / No, it's only the beginning." What Lust for Life teaches is that one can – and, possibly, should – stay as vigilant towards the affairs that affect us all while also indulging in the selfish, beautiful act of seeking love. - Brian Duricy

52. Paramore - After Laughter (Fueled by Ramen)

Many bands know what a Herculean undertaking reinventing their sound is. This year, nobody did it better than former pop-punkers Paramore. Four years since their last release, Hayley Williams and co. released After Laughter, which fuses sleek elements of '80s new wave, funk, and synthpop while keeping their emotional foundations intact. The most important ingredient to Paramore's success is the return of founding member Zac Farro, whose musical direction in side project HalfNoise point to the influence he had on crafting the new Paramore. Although ten years removed from their breakout, Riot!, they're still "in the business of misery" with songs like "Fake Happy" and hit single "Hard Times". But if the misery business means more of these grooving bass lines and tropical marimbas and guitar riffs, sign me up. - Chris Thiessen

51. (Sandy) Alex G - Rocket (Domino)

Alex Giannascoli refines his paradoxical impulses on Rocket. On his eighth full-length overall, and second for Domino, he crafts a beautifully strange brew of haunting folk with a narrative that's oddly indistinct. He's learned to work within the constraints of an album, a format that he treated with some flippancy during his Bandcamp years, though he still finds any excuse to circumvent the format as he draws upon a patchwork of ideas. Giannascoli finds his muse in longtime collaborator, and partner, Molly Germer, an accomplished violinist who adds whim and character to his otherwise sparse arrangements. From yearning country ballad "Bobby" -- their voices entwined and harmonized to their lush, string-led compositions -- to the gliding melancholy of "Powerful Man", they provide a touching ode to traditional folk that comes across as some alien take on a Smithsonian Folkways recording. And yet Rocket is so much more, taking on a surfeit of modern and antiquated music styles set against a backdrop of bucolic terrain. But even at its most eccentric, Giannascoli has accomplished a winsome collection of handcrafted songs that leave a lasting impression. - Juan Edgardo Rodriguez

In Americana music the present is female. Two-thirds of our year-end list is comprised of albums by women. Here, then, are the women (and a few men) who represented the best in Americana in 2017.

If a single moment best illustrates the current divide between Americana music and mainstream country music, it was Sturgill Simpson busking in the street outside the CMA Awards in Nashville. While Simpson played his guitar and sang in a sort of renegade-outsider protest, Garth Brooks was onstage lip-syncindg his way to Entertainer of the Year. Americana music is, of course, a sprawling range of roots genres that incorporates traditional aspects of country, blues, soul, bluegrass, etc., but often represents an amalgamation or reconstitution of those styles. But one common aspect of the music that Simpson appeared to be championing during his bit of street theater is the independence, artistic purity, and authenticity at the heart of Americana music. Clearly, that spirit is alive and well in the hundreds of releases each year that could be filed under Americana's vast umbrella.

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Beware the seemingly merry shades of green and red that spread so slowly and thickly across the holiday season, for something dark and uncertain, something that takes many forms, stirs beneath the joyful facade.

Let's be honest -- not everyone feels merry at this time of year. Psychologists say depression looms large around the holidays and one way to deal with it is cathartically. Thus, we submit that scary movies can be even more salutary at Christmas than at Halloween. So, Merry Christmas. Ho ho ho wa ha ha!

1. The Old Dark House (James Whale, 1932)

Between Frankenstein (1931) and The Invisible Man (1933), director James Whale made this over-the-top lark of a dark and stormy night with stranded travelers and a crazy family. In a wordless performance, Boris Karloff headlines as the deformed butler who inspired The Addams Family's Lurch. Charles Laughton, Raymond Massey, Gloria Stuart, Melvyn Douglas and Ernest Thesiger are among those so vividly present, and Whale has a ball directing them through a series of funny, stylish scenes. This new Cohen edition provides the extras from Kino's old disc, including commentaries by Stuart and Whale biographer James Curtis. The astounding 4K restoration of sound and image blows previous editions away. There's now zero hiss on the soundtrack, all the better to hear Massey starting things off with the first line of dialogue: "Hell!"

(Available from Sony Pictures Home Entertainment)

2. The Lure (Agnieszka Smoczynska, 2015)

Two mermaid sisters (Marta Mazurek, Michalina Olszanska) can summon legs at will to mingle on shore with the band at a Polish disco, where their siren act is a hit. In this dark reinvention of Hans Christian Andersen's already dark The Little Mermaid, one love-struck sister is tempted to sacrifice her fishy nature for human mortality while her sister indulges moments of bloodlust. Abetted by writer Robert Bolesto and twin sister-musicians Barbara and Zuzanna Wronska, director Agnieszka Smoczynska offers a woman's POV on the fairy tale crossed with her glittery childhood memories of '80s Poland. The result: a bizarre, funy, intuitive genre mash-up with plenty of songs. This Criterion disc offers a making-of and two short films by Smoczynska, also on musical subjects.

(Available from Criterion Collection / Read PopMatters review here.)

3. Personal Shopper (Olivier Assayas, 2016)

In the category of movies that don't explain themselves in favor of leaving some of their mysteries intact, here's Olivier Assayas' follow-up to the luminous Clouds of Sils Maria. Kristen Stewart again plays a celebrity's lackey with a nominally glamorous, actually stupid job, and she's waiting for a sign from her dead twin brother. What about the ghostly presence of a stalker who sends provocative text messages to her phone? The story flows into passages of outright horror complete with ectoplasm, blood, and ooga-booga soundscapes, and finally settles for asking the questions of whether the "other world" is outside or inside us. Assayas has fashioned a slinky, sexy, perplexing ghost story wrapped around a young woman's desire for something more in her life. There's a Cannes press conference and a brief talk from Assayas on his influences and impulses.

(Available from Criterion Collection / Reader PopMatters review here.

4. The Ghoul (Gareth Tunley, 2016)

The hero (Tom Meeten) tells his therapist that in his dreams, some things are very detailed and others are vague. This movie tells you bluntly what it's up to: a Möbius strip narrative that loops back on itself , as attributed to the diabolical therapists for their cosmic purposes. Then we just wait for the hero to come full circle and commit the crime that, as a cop, he's supposedly investigating. But this doesn't tell us whether he's really an undercover cop pretending to be depressed, or really a depressive imagining he's a cop, so some existential mysteries will never be answered. It's that kind of movie, indebted to David Lynch and other purveyors of nightmarish unreality. Arrow's disc offers a making-of, a commentary from writer-director Gareth Tunley and Meeten along with a producer, and a short film from Tunley and Meeten.

(Available from Arrow Video)

​5. The Illustrated Man (Jack Smight, 1969)

When a young man goes skinny-dipping with a mysterious stranger (Rod Steiger) who's covered with tattoos, the pictures comes to life in a series of odd stories, all created by Ray Bradbury and featuring Steiger and Claire Bloom in multiple roles. Nobody was satisfied with this failure, and it remains condemned to not having reached its potential. So why does Warner Archive grace it with a Blu-ray? Because even its failure has workable elements, including Jerry Goldsmith's score and the cold neatness of the one scene people remember: "The Veldt", which combines primal child/parent hostilities (a common Bradbury theme) with early virtual reality. It answers the question of why the kids spend so much time in their room, and why they're hostile at being pulled away.

(Available from Warner Bros.)

6. The Hidden (Jack Sholder, 1987)

In one of my favorite action movies of the '80s, a post-Blue Velvet and pre-Twin Peaks Kyle MacLachlan plays an FBI agent who forms a buddy-cop bond with Michael Nouri while pursuing a perp -- a bodiless entity that plugs into the human id. In the midst of slam-bang action comes a pivotal moment when a startling question is asked: "How do you like being human?" The heart of the movie, rich in subtext, finds two men learning to embrace what's alien to them. In pop-culture evolution, this movie falls between Hal Clement's novel Needle and the TV series Alien Nation. On this Warner Archive Blu-ray, Sholder offers a commentary with colleague Tim Hunter.

(Available from Warner Bros.)

7. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (David Lynch, 1992)

Speaking of Twin Peaks, here we have a textbook example of a movie that pleased almost nobody upon its release but has now generated such interest, thanks in large part to this year's Twin Peaks revival, that it arrives on Criterion. A feature-film prequel to David Lynch and Mark Frost's original TV serial that answered none of its questions and tossed in a raft of new ones, the film functions as one of cinema's most downbeat, disruptive and harsh depictions of a middle-class American teenage girl's social context. Sheryl Lee delivers a virtuoso performance that deserved the Oscar there was no way she'd be nominated for, and she wasn't. The extras, including a 90-minute film of deleted and alternate takes assembled by Lynch, have been available on previous sets.

(Available from Criterion Collection)

8. The Green Slime (Kinji Fukasaku, 1968)

Incredibly, Warner Archive upgrades its on-demand DVD of a groovy, brightly colored creature feature with this Blu-ray. As a clever reviewer indicated in this PopMatters review, what director Kinji Fukasaku saw as a Vietnam allegory functions more obviously as a manifestation of sexual tension between alpha-jock spacemen competing for the attention of a foxy female scientist, and this subconsciously creates an explosion of big green tentacled critters who overrun the space station. While we don't believe in "so bad it's good," this falls squarely into the category of things so unfacetiously absurd, they come out cool. There's a sublimely idiotic theme song.

(Available from Warner Bros.)

If the idea is that earth, water, fire, air and space constitute the core elements of life, then these five songs might seem as their equivalents to surviving the complications that come from embracing the good and enduring the ugly of the Christmas season.

Memory will never serve us well when it comes to Christmas and all its surrounding complications. Perhaps worse than the financial and familial pressures, the weather and the mad rush to consume and meet expectations, to exceed what happened the year before, are the floods of lists and pithy observations about Christmas music. We know our favorite carols and guilty pleasures ("O Come All Ye Faithful", "Silent Night"), the Vince Guaraldi Trio's music for 1965's A Charlie Brown Christmas that was transcendent then and (for some, anyway) has lost none of its power through the years, and we embrace the rock songs (The Kink's "Father Christmas", Greg Lake's "I Believe In Father Christmas", and The Pretenders' "2000 Miles".) We dismiss the creepy sexual predator nature in any rendition of "Baby, It's Cold Outside", the inanity of Alvin and the Chipmunks, and pop confections like "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus".

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