Human Impact
Human Impact (Ipecac Recordings). Review by Scott Adams.
Human Impact (Ipecac Recordings). Review by Scott Adams.
The Horror (Sacred Bones). Review by Matthew Moyer.
Rosenkopf (Wierd). Review by Matthew Moyer.
A mixture of interview audio and incidental footage, About A Son allows rockdom’s left handed martyr to tell his own story. Matthew Moyer appreciates the minimalism.
In the near future, there will be a documentary produced on every single punk scene or band from the late ’70s to mid ’80s. And that’s just fine.
No More Pain EP (Southern). Review by Matthew Moyer.
Scott Adams travelled all the way to Chicago to scope out the veteran indie label’s birthday. And with Big Black , Scratch Acid and the Didjits , amongst other label mainstays, reforming just for the event, there was no way he would leave disappointed.
DFI (Honeybear Records). Review by Daniel Mitchell.
Chicago noise veteran Todd Trainer has been pounding drums for the likes of Big Black, Riflesport and lately, Shellac. Daniel Mitchell discusses men’s hair products with the man.
Color Sympathy (Clearly). Review by Daniel Mitchell.
Christopher R. Weingarten gets a few words with the punk rocker most hated by his own community, the “Atom” half of Atom and His Package, Adam Goren. The Package, alas, remains unavailable for comment.
Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory (Jagjaguwar). Review by Peter Lindblad.
This week, Christopher Long goes “gaga” over discovering an ’80s treasure: an OG vinyl copy of Spring Session M, the timeless 1982 classic from Missing Persons — for just six bucks!
Both bold experiment and colossal failure in the 1960s, Esperanto language art house horror film Incubus returns with pre-_Star Trek_ William Shatner to claim a perhaps more serious audience.
You Can’t Tell Me I’m Not What I Used To Be (North & Left Records). Review by Randy Radic.
In this latest installment of his weekly series, Christopher Long is betrayed by his longtime GF when she swipes his copy of Loretta Lynn’s Greatest Hits Vol. II right out from under his nose while rummaging through a south Florida junk store.