A new graduate knows everything. What could the real world teach that hasn't already been learned in those four long, grueling years? Out of college, ANDREW WOMACK goes to Dallas, tries not to get a job, gets one anyway, and learns something new. And then quits his job.
This, the most recent Unwound record, is among their finest work—and that’s saying a lot, given their history of creating challenging, enthralling music. This two-disc tour de force is almost unthinkably brilliant, and surprises at every turn, all the while bursting through the carefully constructed wall of—
Long renowned for their incendiary live shows and penchant for violently, physically tearing through the perceived wall between stage and audience, the Trail of Dead offer the future, not of rock ‘n’ roll, but of something altogether more inspirational and engaging in Source Tags & Codes. Every track is extraordinary.
‘Poignant’ may be an overused word. Poignant books, poignant movies, poignant moments. But nothing is as poignant as this album, its ability to pierce your soul, so directly, with its unrelenting simplicity and forthrightness. The whole of the album is a full, horrible, beautiful experience. A somber invective against a
A mispronunciation by President Bush in Japan today caused the yen to lose value against the dollar. White House officials quickly said Mr. Bush had ‘mis-spoken’ and he had meant to say they had talked about deflation. The U.S. President told reporters that he and Japan’s premier
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Crisp, ethereal beauty, from the masters of the field. The Cocteau Twins’ so often take great steps in differing their sound from whatever its previous incarnation may have been, while still retaining an aesthetic that was always and only theirs: gibberish lyrics (poor diction mixed with made-up words, according
The five questions for professor, writer, and editor Dinty Moore, who cites Steve Martin as a hero.
Raw, inspiring arrangements and memorable, unique methods of song development make Interpol's debut EP the finest release from an NYC band in some time. These songs are deceptively simple—in structure and instrumentation; repeated listens prove a satisfying way to discover this. The bizarre, near-brilliant lyrics are
Yesterday afternoon I was riding home on the subway after a fairly unsuccessful day (the day was just altogether unsuccessful), when three college students – two men, one woman – boarded the train, the two men each carrying a pot full of chili – the three of them presumably on their way to
