There’s no way a straight-up review would’ve worked to describe the truly bizarre experience of listening to the soundtrack for Baz Luhrmann’s potentially doomed to fail, potentially camp genius film version of The Great Gatsby. So, I went one by…
Heads Last night, I had one of those philosophical conversations that always ends with life’s great intellectual volvulus: the question of whether anything matters. I believe this is less of a question and more of a self-fulfilling prophecy. It’s easy…
Ariel Pink and his band have become a strange mirror for the current music scene. At once, they began pointing out the smooth vanilla into which indie rock has melted into and the futility of critics who think musical greatness is something measured and mathematic, a goal that can be achieved by anything other than unabashed creation.
It’s nearly impossible to talk about this album without addressing the preposterousness of its title. Saving rock at this point is nothing short of a fool’s errand – which I think the dudes of Fall Out Boy are aware enough…
Camera2/Spacehog Mercury Lounge February 26, 2013 Not gonna lie. As a kid, I spent WAY too many hours in my room, in front of a mirror, playing air guitar and lip syncing into just about anything that resembled a microphone….
Let’s start by praising Jebus for the good news: “Comedown Machine” is better than “Angles,” The Strokes’ much-maligned fourth-album, that sporadically redeeming stinker that hummed with all the power of a weed whacker left in snow until the thaw of spring.