Warning: Sacred cow slaughterhouse.
I was told there’d be none.
Reinventing the wheel is overrated.
Prepare to waste some time.
An auditory treat, if not an olfactory one.
Have you ever been lukewarm on something (or even outright disliked it), only to revisit it later and realize how wrong you were?
When headline writers use questions, Burt Likko answers them. Briefly, completely, and unabashedly expressing his own opinion. Ten questions about politics, the business of news, news of business, and grizzly bears.
Recursive repetition of things that occur more than once, in the same and different orders, multiple times, repeatedly.
The song, not the singer.
If you were getting only one album from the original early-nineties ‘shoegazing’ scene, it should be MBV’s Loveless – but if you were getting two, you should get this one also.
A great song is a great song is a great song, no matter your age.
Ignorant protesters successfully censor an art exhibition in Boston.
Hearing things in a new way.
Film composer James Horner died earlier today in a plane crash in California’a Los Padres National Forest. May he rest in peace.
Sounds you can feel.
The boys from Boise.
New tunes from old hands.
There’s a chance that things’ll get weird.
Yeah, that’s a possibility.
It’s a video.
Apocalypse – what, me worry?
This one’s for Schilling and Hershberger.
If there’s No Future, we might as well dance.
The beauty of simplicity.
Shake it off your shoes.
Revisiting Maxinquaye, for real this time
(Or: Run-DMC is not involved).
It’s making me wait.
Andre the Giant is not involved.
There’s been a lot of talk around here lately (maybe, maybe too much talk) [Shut up, Bono] about the death of classical music.
Into madness with the long-running Manchester post-punk band.
What’s in a name?
Gimme indie rock.
Songs a long time coming.
It’s Monk Time.
Oil up those joints, my rusty robot friends. Now is the time when we dance.