I hate music festivals because I love music, and I mean properly love music. Real love is unhealthy, obsessive, consuming. I am outside Music’s house in defiance of a restraining order. I am frightening off Music’s new boyfriend. I am holding Music’s pets to ransom until Music agrees to return my calls.…
The anger on this album feels pretty real and palpable to me.…
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?…
It’s the difference between internet porn and actual sex, between Beavis and Bolaño, amusement and art.…
Ester is a perfect debut album. It suggests that the Tracys are liable to head in any direction, including some we haven't even imagined.…
Robert Pollard’s language is a universe that is both abstract and familiar, a poetry informed by gray skies and basements, used cars and starch.…
Don’t mistake that album title for something so outdated as a point-of-view. As far as I can tell, Howler music is pretty much content-free. …
I am still lost within my seven rooms of swoon.…
The rough and tumble is a calculated move. …
Christmas culture is the ultimate test. Matthew and Zooey have hitched their wagon to that star, and many will judge them for it.…
Ultimately, Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer is a collection of songs about the struggle to find one’s place in the world — the isolated self-destruction that can occur when someone is rejected by their community. …
After tonight, I swear I'm never gonna laugh at a Christian rock band again.…