“I’m forever near a stereo saying, ‘What the fuck is this garbage?’ And the answer is always the Red Hot Chili Peppers.” —Nick Cave
I saw Kurt Vile and guffawed.
Merriweather Post Pavilion, obv
You Can Call Me Al
I don’t care when it came out, Spiritualized’s “So Long You Pretty Thing” is my song of the summer.
Die three, with a vengeance.
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? / Blade Runner
It was and it wasn’t. For a more jarring example of how Refn makes this work, see the Scott Walker scene in Bronson.
If I’m remembering correctly, she’s called it both, “grown-up” and “emo”—talk about mixed messages.
Earl Sweatshirt is a false prophet, OFWGKTA is a superstition.
The Olivia Tremor Control — Dusk at Cubist Castle
Cloud Nothings – No Future / No Past
Friend of the Devil
Partial to the Empty Spaces/Young Lust medley.
I agree, absolutely.
HIM looks more like Jack White every year.
Y’all heard “Ugly” already? Where is THAT Premature Evaluation?
Oh, I missed the sentence about being 10 specifically. My bad.
Dee Dee Ramone, for the double entendre in particular.
Ctrl+F, “Drake”: No results found. Thumbs up.