SONIC REDUCER How many degrees of separation can be charted between the soulful, indie-folk natural men of the Cave Singers and the cut, tanned, laundered, and pugnacious bruisers and thugettes of Jersey Shore? Way fewer than you, or Snooki, would think.Read more »
Norwegian power trio Elephant9 lays on the acid-laced, "wildly cavorting in fields of fusion" prog -- light on the kraut and pop, more in tune with the jazz -- on their second long-player, Walk the Nile.
You didn’t even know you needed a kimchi taco till you began to hear about those trucks down in LA, didja? Sure, Namu at the Ferry Building delivers the Korea-Mex goods on Thursdays, but what about every other day of the week? Read more »
The Coen Brothers' Blood Simple (1984) is the obvious corollary for this coolly humorous Danish import, though director/co-writer Henrik Ruben Genz's firmly dampened-down thriller of sorts is also touched by David Lynch's parochial surrealism and Aki Kaurismäki's backwater puckishness.
Can you quit hating on the Taylor Swift haters for one sec (though, gee, wasn't her "Rhiannon" Grammies duet with Stevie Nicks a wonder of blonde ambition over one-note substance — wouldn't it have been better to see Rihanna take a confusing go instead)? Can you stop marveling over the fact that Frances Bean Cobain — lending vocals to the Amanda Palmer side project, Evelyn Evelyn, on a song titled "My Space" (why not "Smells like Teen Twitter") — looks more like Kelly Osbourne than a Kurtney? Read more »