- Screen Reviews
- February 25, 2020
Jose Ramon Larraz’s slasher classic looks sharp in this new Blu-ray.
Live In Japan, February 19th, 21st, and 22nd, 2003 (K Records). Review by Matthew Moyer.
For a brief while, James Mann puts the old 78s down and clues us in on those few things he liked in 2003 that weren’t around in 2002.
Jen Lato describes this triple bill and the fine art of selling out — selling out the venue, that is.
Damn! Mates of State and Rainer Maria together! What more can an indie geek (like Rob Walsh) ask for?
If there were any justice in the world, every show like this would be sold out. So says Jen Lato.
Enon took the stage at Revolver in Miami, FL for an outstanding, yet completely unappreciated show. Except for Dylan Garret. He gets it.
Irish import Damien Rice plays to a sold-out crowd in Toronto, leaving the audience — and Margie Libling — speechless and mesmerized. Never before has an artist touched his fans as much as Damien Rice…
What a day for Phillip Haire… Jane’s Addiction, Audioslave, Incubus, Queens of the Stone Age, Jurassic 5, The Donnas, The Distillers and others…
Sonic Youth calls in sick and Wilco offer a languid performance. No, it wasn’t all bad. It just could’ve been better. Rob Walsh was there.
Perhaps Sir Millard Mulch should have asked Dr. Hal why he feels compelled to write up events in police report style. A look at a unique question-and-answer session.
Let’s see your shorts! Gregory Schaefer recounts this heady mix of brief film, ranging from the whimsical to the downright big-budget.
A mind-blowing performance that put the audience on an emotional rollercoaster from the very first note… and that has Margie Libling lining up amongst Conor Oberst’s many suitors.
Sunday Sunday Sunday! Teams representing the Army, Navy and Air Force made a rare joint appearance at this airshow, and Ian Koss documented the hot screaming action.
Food and Jazz attract the professional set to the Winter Park Farmers Market. Them, and Carl F Gauze.
A short film and demo on henna body painting in a dark and smoky bar. Just the sort of place you’d expect to run into Carl F Gauze.