Review
Relic draws on the debilitations of both time and space: the inevitable aging of the body and the places we call home, the inescapable repositories of memories, regrets, and the unknown.
Invisible Years is — simultaneously — an indispensable source and a distinguished work of art.
Sharp, simple, and well-attuned to the hopelessly grim tenor of these past few years, The Beach House knows how doomed we all are, says we deserve it, and prays that, after the tide comes in to wash us out, the rest will be left to flourish.
Hardly a portrait of glory from sea to shining sea, these tales drop in on estranged, lost, and overwhelmed people.
Crooked Hallelujah is a splendid debut, its intricately structured narrative following four generations of a matriarchal family from the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma.
Khruangbin’s principal strength lies in how well the musicians manage to fit together
American Radicals is as revealing, riveting, and well-researched as any work of history that I have read in recent years.
During a period when we are facing a ferocious pandemic, the biggest Civil Rights movement since the ’60s, and the possibility of flying snakes, it is the perfect time to remake the cheery The Baby-Sitters Club.
The playing on this 1979 album, which would generally be considered as flawed, is part of the singular (mature) Chet Baker gestalt.
A more accurate title for Ibram X Kendi’s engaging and compelling book might be:” How I learned to think like an antiracist and how you can too.”
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