Reviews of Music, Movies, Anime & More

Rough around the edges but still full of lovely textures in which to lose yourself.

Kurosawa’s film takes on topics and expounds upon themes that could have easily come from that most existential of books: Ecclesiastes.

Annelle’s songs encapsulate entire tiny little worlds of sound, conjuring up dim images of broken down places and darkened rooms pregnant with memory and longing.

The album’s awkward-yet-earned shortcomings, much like its audio imperfections, only make it more affecting.

A winsome film that, ultimately, isn’t as absorbing as its themes and characters warrant.

A Year to Forget have an energy to them and you can tell that their live shows are probably insane from this release.

Brother, Sister is a perfect encapsulation of everything that’s both good and bad about mewithoutYou’s music.

Repeated listens bear out My Latest Novel’s charms.

It’s obvious that this film is a personal project for Jet Li, one he cares deeply for.

Mahogany’s shimmering sounds evoke futuristic metropolises that only seem to exist in sci-fi movies and anime.

Like much of Francesconi’s music, it can leave the listener in a nostalgia-soaked haze.

It seems like every song is a big, swaggering ballad full of crashing drums and epic guitars that wears its heart on its sleeve.

‘Mosaic’ displays both the greatest strengths of Woven Hand’s music as well as its greatest weaknesses.

The constant quirkiness and oddity becomes as rote and routine as any generic Hollywood melodrama.

Head Warlock Double Stare delves into a broken, fractured take on analog synth music.

A gently nostalgic, bittersweet look at how Asian films of yore shape the characters’ memories and actions.

Black Happy Day leaves the listener smack dab in the middle of a foreboding, constantly shifting environment.

Though not without its flaws, this EP is proof that Plumerai have things figured pretty well out.

Where The Days Go’s most interesting tracks are those that let a little noise scuff up July Skies’ burnished sound a bit.

The quieter parts of the album are what feel like the real Bartell.