On the Brooklyn musician’s debut album, sounds shrink and stretch, distinctions between digital and analog become wholly irrelevant, recognizable melodies stutter or fizzle out or get replaced as soon as they’re on the precipice of legibility.
The North Carolina band’s third album does a scary good job of intoning the nihilism of a country stripped of its core, reduced to an empty, rotted-out vacuum of empty promises stretching out into infinity.
On March 27, Paul McCartney played an intimate set of Beatles, Wings, and solo hits to a crowd of 1,200 on Hollywood Boulevard.
Time Capsule: This 1971 Mick Jagger-approved blues-rock throwback captures the San Francisco cult band at their rawest and most imaginative.
“First of all, ladies, the Diesel got way more game than that,” the NBA Hall of Famer said on his podcast this week, correcting the narrative around his DM history.
