Review
I would have preferred a more reflective, in-depth account of becoming a man in 2020, but Becoming A Man is an informative, fast, and fascinating read.
So, after three original albums (plus a re-imagining of Joni Mitchell’s Blue) that fell short of wide acclaim, perhaps it was only a matter of time for them to think big.
To move from a bucolic beginning to a surreal, chaotic climax, and then to an elegiac epilogue — that, in my book, is the sign of a well-crafted horror film.
With this album, post-rock sextet Caspian pulls off the tricky maneuver of infusing blood and emotions into carefully assembled and deliberately delivered songs.
After rewatching What Did Jack Do? a few times, I still don’t really know what the hell I saw. But I decided that I don’t care, because I kept laughing my ass off anyway.
Maytag Virgin accomplishes what it sets out to do and then some: it is a compelling two-hander about grief and romance that explores how the two emotions can intermingle.
John Wilson and the Sinfonia of London are one of the new decade’s most exciting partnerships; Javier Perianes’ album with the Orchestre de Paris is quite clever; Is Liszt’s music trash? The debate continues.
Ledelle Moe’s work is fresh, innovative, and contemporary — yet deeply rooted in a primal humanism that courses through the millennia of every continent and culture.
Timon is a fascinating, if lumpy and bumpy, black comedy with a nihilistic sting, a lacerating parable about how the worship of gold warps individuals and society.
The Shadow Whose Prey the Hunter Becomes suggests some marvelous possibilities.
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