Singing about time machines and being potentially beaten and raped by Will Oldham near the subway system are interesting concepts.
When I get depressed, I feel sexy.
Seriously, enough piano sagas.
I am not angry with the Shimmers. Okay, I take that back. I am a little angry.
While I have nothing but respect for Simone, the two words that come to mind for this performance are anything but respectful: "batshit insane."
A consistently adventurous listen that suggests familiar elements without ever sounding old or contrived.
Handclaps, dragons, museums of sex, space, and lazy afternoons spring to life...
Lou Reed doesn't want to be your friend.
One of Beck's most solid albums in a long time.
It's not a definitive documentary, and it's not meant to be.