Review
Summer Cannibals’ main virtue is its keen transmission of psychological warfare in families.
This fascinating documentary should be compelling to guitarists and to jazz fans in general.
Newvelle Records’ taste seems to be flawless.
Reading is treated as a commodity, namedropping literary titles as a way for middlebrow film audiences to feel proud of themselves for being in the know.
Too many cultural critics look at our past through a fuzzy filter of sentiment. Chapo Trap House tackles America’s past and present idiocies head-on in a refreshingly honest way.
The venerable trombonist’s fine new album mostly contains ballads and features an all-star rhythm section.
Sexy Laundry airs the linen of a twenty-five-year marriage from which the colors seem to have faded, and the whites yellowed.
Thomas Clerc’s novel reminds us of a stubborn truth: we are all narcissists that live to accumulate shit in rooms.
Nearly three decades after he left us, Bernstein’s music seems to be in good hands and anything but forgotten. And his larger musical influence strongly endures.
This smaller setting allowed for more casual ease and intimacy between the audience and the band.
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