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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.
Women’s maltreatment for 3,000 years registers on Greta Garbo’s tragic visage, whether she is Anna Christie, Camille, or Queen Christina.
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.
Practical handbook, compendium of theory, or history of an American tradition? A little of each… but enough of any?
The Painted Bird is a coming-of-age story populated by the worst of humankind.
Arts Remembrance: Old-Time Radio Announcer Frank Gallop — A Wonderful Set of Pipes
Feisty, funny, frightening when necessary, Boston’s Frank Gallop classed-up the airwaves.
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