Arts Fuse Editor
Ah, Florida, “the grease trap under America’s George Foreman Grill”: not just “weird America,” also “impending America.”
Cloud Nothings’ latest effort is less muscular than their previous work, but it still contains its fair share of hooky bliss.
Every piece here seems to play by its own rhythmic rules, and yet nowhere does the music sound academic or formal.
Freed from the pressures of recording for a major label, Kacy Hill has created an album that feels surprisingly personal.
If the first set was all about reminding us the breadth and depth of the talent in Billy Strings’ combo, the second set was all about dynamics and power.
Roy Cohn was much more pernicious than Joe McCarthy because he was far more adept at undercutting the relevance of so-called American values.
These days, I worry that David Mitchell is losing touch with reality.
To its credit, this “true crime” documentary treats the tragedy of each victim with empathy and respect.
Kudos to Jacob’s Pillow for this stellar beginning to a digital season of dance.
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