I had been waiting for China Mieville's Kraken for just about a year, ever since his last novel City & the City came out stateside in May, 2009. I've read everything by Mieville to date and every book has been amazing. However… Kraken is…… Continue reading →
The wait that I have suffered for the debut album from The High Confessions has been like that of the crack whore for the tiny tin foil package – and while it is true that any eminent project that comes down the tubes from Chris Connelly immediately ranks on… Continue reading →
The other day I received High Tension in the mail from good ol' netfix and sat down later that night to re-watch a movie I've not seen since it both captivated and completely alienated me five years ago. High Tension reminds me a lot of the American re-make… Continue reading →
It was not too terribly long ago that I received word that Glenn Danzig was, after a six-year absence, releasing a new album. You can call it Danzig Nine but to some degree that is a misnomer – the numbered Danzig albums ceased after Danzig 7: I Luciferi… Continue reading →
I was worried about this one. It can be a pain but experience has taught me that whenever an underground artist I dig starts to pop up everywhere, well, saturation can be a bad thing. So when for the two months preceding the May 4th release of Flying… Continue reading →
Having lived in Los Angeles for four years now I really have no excuse for never having been to Spaceland, a tiny indie venue up in indie rock mecca Silverlake. I don't do shows as much since leaving Chicago; part of this is money, part agoraphobia, part the… Continue reading →
So as big of a Bret Easton Ellis fan as I consider myself I had never read Less Than Zero. I know, I know, words like ‘classic', ‘seminal' and, well, a lot of other words tend to hover around Ellis' 1985 debut but I've been saving it. I think I… Continue reading →
David Lynch's 1999 film The Straight Story is, to a degree, an anomaly for the director. In a repertoire that thrives on identity usurpation, women in deadly distress and an ever-present nighttime noir the endless expanse of The Straight Story's rolling… Continue reading →
Let's talk about Survivor. You know, ‘Risin' Up – Back on the Streets‘. This song defined a generation and it's about time the goddamn guys who wrote and performed it received the accolades they deserve! Probably the –Hmrph– most important band of… Continue reading →
Re-watching Inland Empire brought on the thirst. Not the thirst for sprite, the thirst for rapper-funded energy drinks or even the thirst for suki suckhouse. No, the thirst of which I speak is none other than the David-Lynch thirst, and once it has its hooks… Continue reading →
David Lynch's work is not for everybody. That being said, to many of us Lynch is a master of the cinema, translating odd and often impenetrable images from his subconscious to the big screen and usually scaring the hell out of us while he's at it. I saw… Continue reading →
At what point does an artist become a caricature of themselves? I found myself pondering this question recently while re-reading (for the first time in quite a long time) Frank Miller's classic The Dark Knight Returns. Uh-oh. Can you see the battle lines… Continue reading →