CD Review : Sara Lynn “Don’t Call Me Angel”
For those unfamiliar with her sound, Sara Lynn’s is one of eclectic tastes and styles all wrapped in emotional lyrics. Sometimes the Vancouver singer/songwriter is…
Arts & Culture
The Fright Stuff
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…
Viva L’viv
When the poet Walt Whitman declared that “the art of art and the glory of expression [ . . . ] is simplicity,” he was,…
Eat, Sleep, Drink Evil
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…
Just don’t call it “Alt-country”
“Yacht rock.” “No Wave.” “Late-Baroque contrapunctual Galante.” “Miami Booty Bass.” People – usually non-musicians – seem to possess a near-militant will to categorize music into…
The actual food of love
Imagine a scene where a couple is seated at a table. They stare into each other’s eyes. All that tragic misunderstanding is behind them, and…
Fried Brains and Sam
After three weeks of being treated like some kind of criminal, I was finally allowed to work without the supervision of guardian angels. But even…
Fuck computers
As inhabitants of the 21st century, we are all forcibly products of our time. Like every era, ours provides us with a chance to make…
Hang the Meat
Hang The Meat— Up and over the mountain peaks, Tickle the tips with the tips of my digits. To the valley I did streak To…
Schools are just factories
Schools are just factories producing a cooperative work force fertilizing a crop of young minds with ideas genius is limited those who don’t succeed get…