Paul Mazursky’s woolly, tumultuous comedies from the seventies (think Blume in Love and Harry & Tonto) have never been duplicated. The Kids Are All Right comes close. Although the movie shows no real visual flair — HBO could have aired this kind of medium shot pan-and-scan — I don’t see its warmth and generosity inContinue reading “Rumpled and worn: The Kids Are All Right”
A track from one of the lesser albums by the premier album artist of the last ten years.
I’m not the only one who wondered what happened to Digable Planets. Reachin’ (A New Refutation of Time and Space) and Blowout Comb are still highly regarded, but as the jazz-inflected hip-hop scene out of which they arose ossified into nostalgia – I’m also not the only one whose first hip-hop crush was on TheContinue reading “Shabazz Palaces: A new refutation of time and space”
James Franco, smarter than he looks, cooler than he needs to be. I support his decision not to cooperate with this article.
Replicas is stupid-cool (evocations of “dehumanized” sex and machine metaphors have never, ahem, started me up), and The Pleasure Principle is even shinier and better, but is that all there is to Gary Numan?
Dumpster diving through my cassette collection yesterday afternoon, I found a ton of mixed tapes, recorded between 1987 and 1999. I always kept a blank C-90 by the stereo to record stuff from the college, Top 40, adult contemporary, and dance stations. Some of the recorded stuff — often in fragments or with DJ commentaryContinue reading “C-90 Go!”
The bottom three are so bad you really need to hear them once. As for The Arcade Fire, the leaked album has got me upset enough to tempt me into knocking “We Used to Wait” down a few pegs. Singles ranked from one to ten. Click on song title for review. The Gaslight Anthem –Continue reading “Singles 7/22”
A few years ago Korean director Bong Joon-Ho released The Host, about a sea creature who takes out his aggression, as the phrase goes, on a little girl and her family. Mother, his latest, is about the most frightening creature of all: a boy’s mother. When this mother (played by Kim Hye-ja) finds out thatContinue reading “A boy’s best friend: Mother”
My favorite review of the week: Jayson Greene’s take on the new Rick Ross album, the latter of which has the good fortune of including one of my summer jams, “Super High,” Ross’ collaboration with Ne-Yo.
I’m going to act as if The New York Times Magazine story and Ann Powers‘ and Christgau’s reviews didn’t exist. Impossible to review M.I.A.’s MAYA in a vacuum, though. For one, vacuums trap light and emit no sound, and MAYA does no such thing. Her loudest, splashiest album, M.I.A. absents herself from agitprop a whileContinue reading “The politics of dancing: M.I.A.’s M^Y^”
Writing about Jay Gould and James Fisk’s fixing of the gold market in the late 1860’s — a level of corruption heretofore unknown in the young Republic — Henry Adams wrote: This property was, in effect, like all the great railway corporations, an empire within a republic. Over all this wealth and influence, greater thanContinue reading ““An empire within a republic””
Murphy offers everything I want from a dance artist: superb vocal timbre, pretty good lyrics, and a shrewd ear for producers and collaborators. 2007’s Overpowered remains one of the decade’s most consistent albums of any genre.