Review
Eleanor Burgess’ The Niceties is an articulate, if structurally crabbed, expression of #blacklivesmatter anger as well as a millennial rebel yell.
The show’s attempt at satire comes off as blunt and lecture-heavy at times, but the production still manages to be an engaging comedy of manners.
This slender memoir reads like a rambling conversation with a literary stranger you meet on a train.
How will PC New Englanders react to seeing nutria gunned down by hunters, and some bashed on their heads to make sure they are dead?
In every meaningful way, The The’s return to the States, the band’s first tour in 16 years, was generous.
Two Mahler symphony entries: one is above average, the other a disappointment. Violinist Arabella Steinbacher delivers a first-rate and strongly recommended disc.
Night Triptych is an important disc, but also an inviting one that takes you to some fresh places well worth experiencing. Also, another success for harpsichordist Justin Taylor, and a well-earned one at that.
Given what Olga Tokarczuk is curious about, it is not surprising that her book serves up its share of goofy humor.
Conceptual and abstract as David Byrne can often be, he’s one art schooler who isn’t afraid to get down.
There were moments during Van Morrison’s 22-song concert Tuesday when he was whipping the band into a frenzy — shouting out song selections before the final notes of the previous tune had fully rung out.
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