In Greenberg, Director Noah Baumbach deftly switches between melodrama and humor like a tennis pro switches from forehand to backhand.
Somewhere in the twentieth century, the foot-stompin’, dobro pluckin’ songs of the sons and daughters of slavery were appropriated and transformed...
Topher Grace will always be trapped in an artificial and prefabricated seventies, hanging out in the carport of a nonexistent Wisconsin town, living an unhappened reality of teen adventures that many, somehow, find identifiable, whether they live in Milwaukee or Moscow.
In Greenberg, Director Noah Baumbach deftly switches between melodrama and humor like a tennis pro switches from forehand to backhand.
Getting a Grip: The Stranglers’ Hugh Cornwell on the Clash, the golden era of London punk and giving albums away."
The London quartet Mumford & Sons, however, realigns folk’s paradigm with soaring harmonies, banjo, upright bass and a single kick drum.
A French chanteuse/actor's method of coping with near death: enlist Beck to delve inside her head
Going the distance with jump-cut electro rockers Jogger.
With influence gleaned from West Africa and lyrics in Hebrew, Fool's Gold is a highly danceable ployglot band, whose sound and vision fully represent the diversity and eclecticism of Los Angeles.
It’s an industrialized version of hell, half Blade Runner and half Hieronymus Bosch, but for Jaber and the countless freight writers across the world, the train yard is their home.
Ethiopia is often overshadowed by news of famine, war, and poverty. But behind the headlines sits the country's rich history of music. And behind the music is Mulatu Astatke.
Terminator Salvation’s action sequences satiate the hungers both of explosion-craving, old school action aficionados and quick cut, first-person violence voyeurs of Generation X-Box.
Yeasayer and Warpaint Besiege the Natural History Museum, 2.7.10
In the desolate landscape of philosophy, at the turn of the millennium, one name stands alone: Slavoj Žižek.
From the Batmobile to the General Lee, click through for a look at the baddest, freewheelin'-est hot rods in film history, rated on a pimped-out scale of 1-10.
What does a fellow have to do to get a warm, life-endangering Bud in this town?
