You are Neil Young. How nice. You are the idol of the rock critics and the overly-ponytailed dads. You are the “living legend,” one of the most lauded, extolled and otherwise acclaimed artists of...

Drop-jawed and dead-eyed, they sat soundless, and stared. It was employee #3263827, the “Arts Editor,” who spoke first, in a halting voice. “Do you have thing. Um... that thing.” The response from employee #5516342, the...

False Dichotomies is a continuing column that unfairly pits two things against one another to determine, definitively, which is better. This week: watching the entire Oscar telecast vs. spending a year in prison for...

Whoa, you just died. Nice one. Only a moment ago, there you were — alive, lying in bed, in a clean, white room. Your family was standing all around you, vaguely bored. It looked...

Christening your band “Goatwhore” is definitely not the path of least resistance to widespread social acceptance. This is unfortunate, because to hear lead singer Ben Falgoust explain it, Goatwhore are actually the black metal...

Gape-mouthed monsters overrun swirling landscapes of fever and dream. The preternatural world consorts freely with ours, often to violent and surreal effect. Aesthetic touchstones such as Manga, Buddhist hell scrolls and Hieronymus Bosch have...

When the poet Walt Whitman declared that “the art of art and the glory of expression is simplicity,” he was, of course, talking about heavy metal. Indeed, the genre's appeal lies not in...