Reviews of Music, Movies, Anime & More

As with all of Caul’s work, there can be beauty, reverence, and warmth, even in the darkest and most foreboding of places and sounds.

As familiar as Guthrie’s music might be, it rarely sounds stale or recycled.

Compared to previous EPs like Svefn-G-Englar and Ný Batterí, Sæglopur’s b-sides are of a much subtler, more delicate bent.

The movie is so over-the-top, so full of itself, that it’s really hard to be offended by its more backwards views and scenes.

Like the best “message” films, Water does not preach or cram its agenda down one’s throat.

There’s something infectious, toe-tapping, and even joyous about the album as a whole.

There are moments where the band transcends any potential limitations of said genre, and prove such knee-jerk reactions wrong.

These songs are fragile, tender, ephemeral things… and they are best experienced and celebrated as such.

A blend of lush, euphoric pop music with lyrics full of existential despair, romantic failure, and wistfulness.

The movie became less a piece of entertainment, and more a tattered, browning, fading document from an alternate kung fu universe.

You must either acquiesce to Scott Walker’s latest or just throw the whole thing away and move onto something safer.

Superman Returns feels lacking in so much of the spirit that I long for in any movie featuring costumed do-gooders.

Anoice’s music has a definite maturity about it that belies the band’s relative newness.

These songs are composed as much of feedback, distortion, and tape hiss as they are chords and melodies.

The trio imbues their music with a certain youthful naiveté that can endear them to all but the most cynical of souls.

This music drifts by with poise and confidence.

Moments in Slow Motion sounds like something of a nostalgic holdover for me.

The result is a twisted, screaming mass of feedback along the lines of David Pearce and Richard Walker’s finest moments.

I can’t seem to find any evidence of For Stars’ continued existence, but It Falls Apart certainly has a “swansong” feel to it.

A terrible way to celebrate the 50th anniversary of cinema’s greatest monster.