Boys
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week, having already had the issue of girls settled for us, we tackle boys and their puppy-dog tails.
Andrew Womack
Beck, Sea Change
‘I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t board the ship now.’ ‘What do you mean? I have a ticket.’ ‘Very good, sir, but I’m still afraid you’re too late. You’ll have to wait for the next one.’ ‘But it hasn’t even left yet. Come on—
Wed
I married in Texas on 5 October 2002. If I can remember that date, I’ll do alright come anniversary time. But that’s jumping too far ahead for now. It was, by all accounts, a beautiful wedding. There were speeches, there were toasts, there was even a poem. There
Juice
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we give you a few pointers on how to embark on a three-day juice fast. Bottoms up.
The Beach Boys, Pet Sounds
My brother, easily the most knowledgeable scholar of Beatle lore I’ve ever known, introduced me to Pet Sounds long, long ago. And this under the pretense that the Beach Boys’ 1966 album was what inspired the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Paul McCartney, apparently, saw in
The Kinks, Something Else By The Kinks
‘Waterloo Sunset’ is one of the best songs ever recorded by anyone ever. And of course that’s an overstatement. Nevertheless, it fizzles in as you’re scanning the radio stations, its number comes up on the jukebox, it swirls overhead in its Muzak-ified incarnation at the grocery store—
Three Mile Pilot, Another Desert, Another Sea
Pete: And how do you take your coffee, Agent Cooper? Cooper: Black as midnight on a moonless night. Pete: Pret-ty black. It’s an exchange from an episode of Twin Peaks, if you didn’t already guess. And it’s a pretty good descriptor of this album, too: Black
Interpol, Turn On The Bright Lights
Four terms this column will not use to describe the album: ‘Joy Division,’ ‘Ian Curtis,’ ‘New Wave,’ ‘Eighties.’ One that it will: ‘one of the finest albums of the year.’ Yes, Interpol may never shirk its reputation. After all, there’s that voice. It’s a strong, booming voice singing
No Place Special
I don’t leave New York all that much. Last week I went to California. I’ll just say: I didn’t fare so well. And I really do think there was something wrong, perhaps even deadly, about that hotel. I also had a layover in Phoenix. Here are photos.
The Badger King, The Tongue and Tooth
Don’t be fooled: yes, the first track of the EP, ‘The She Trilogy,’ begins just like The Who’s ‘Baba O’Riley.’ It’s got all those synthesizer arpeggios. You know the bit. This sounds just like ‘Baba O’Riley,’ you’ll say. And then—GOOD GOD—this voice.