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Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Favorite Music of 2021

I don't have a lot of words for my music habits this year. The paradox of my 2021 in music is that I'm listening to more music than ever, but I feel like I'm increasingly disconnected from the broader culture of music. I guess this is what all those old people have been warning me about for so long. Now, as an old person myself, I'm joining the chorus: [Abe Simpson voice] It could happen to you. But in all seriousness, really great year for music. Per usual, I missed out on more rap and metal than I'd like, and also, unusually, I feel like I'm starting the fall out of touch with modern jazz in favor of experimental and ambient music. Being old is weird.

As always, feel free to share your own favorites! That's the best part of year-end list-making anyway. Hope you enjoy my picks and maybe find something enjoyable that you didn't already know about!


Favorite Albums:

1. Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & The London Symphony Orchestra: Promises
Hasn't lost a single bit of its power since I first heard it. A masterpiece whose nuances keep unfolding with every subsequent listen.

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2. Mdou Moctar: Afrique Victime
One of my best memories of 2021 is cruising around Knoxville in my car just blasting this album—and I hate driving, so that should tell you something about the transformative power of Afrique Victime. A great guitar album, a great mind-expanding album, a great album in general. I liked it a lot in the beginning, but it's grown even more positively on me since.

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3. Annie Hart: Everything Pale Blue
Remains a beautiful warm blanket of an album that I love to wrap myself in.

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4. Blue Lick: Hold On, Hold Fast
Otherwise known as plan-period-core. Listened to this untold times as I assembled Romeo and Juliet lessons. The wittiest spoken word with the coolest instrumentals.

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5. SPELLLING: The Turning Wheel
A sprawling everything-and-the-kitchen-sink epic, evoking everything from indie pop to freak folk to prog to synth rock to glitch to X-Files theme music to baroque to goth to ambient... etc. It's transfixing and utterly unpredictable, particularly the brooding, subterranean second half of this double album. This is all bolstered by the surreal flights of fantasy that the lyrics take. A carnival funhouse of an album, only if that funhouse was also a cosmic rumination on life in the context of a grand, unknowable universe. I'm going for the big adjectives because otherwise, this album is pretty singular and hard to describe. More "indie" music like this, please.


6. Olivia Block: Innocent Passage in the Territorial Sea
On her Bandcamp page, Block describes the premise of this album as imagining the pandemic as a sci-fi movie, with the album being the score for that movie. She also says she was on mushrooms a lot in composing the record. That all makes sense to me. This is an album whose sweeping synth and mellotron landscapes feel cinematic in scope, while also being punctuated by strange, even psychedelic flourishes. It's gorgeous and mysterious and everything I like out of modern experimental music.




7. NYX & Gazelle Twin: Deep England
This is apparently a reinterpretation of a 2018 Gazelle Twin album called Pastoral, which I'm not familiar with. But apparently it's the same sort of thing: using a fusion of electronic music and English folk music to evoke a pre-Christian England that comments on the English national identity and specifically the kind of reactionary nationalism that has motivated Brexit and that sort of thing. It's a very cool, very witchy record. This album first came on my radar because of its ominous cover of the already ominous "Fire Leap" from the movie The Wicker Man, itself a commentary on England's modern identity in relation to its past. I'm not sure if "folk horror" can exist as a musical genre in addition to a film genre, but if so, Deep England is it.

8. William Maranci: Meat Mountain
I've always thought of William Maranci as a fun, funny, but ultimately kind of disposable mashup artist, nowhere near the ecstatic heights of Neil Cicierega; Maranci is much more willing to play to the cheap seats to get an easy laugh (see "Bohemian Wapsody" later in this post). There's nothing wrong with that; Maranci works hard to commit to every bit he cooks up, and the results are often amusing. That style just isn't usually sustainable over an album length. Until now, I guess. Meat Mountain feels like a major level up for Maranci, often approaching something closer to plunderphonics than straightforward sound-clownery. It's kind of majestic.


9. Xiu Xiu: OH NO
It's nowhere near as weird as 2019's Girl with Basket of Fruit, but what is? Instead, OH NO is a kind of collaborative celebration, though as usual; it may sound weird to describe a Xiu Xiu record as celebratory, and the music itself retains the band's vaguely unsettling, open-wound sound. But the production of the album is so full of guests that it feels warm and communal all the same. Each song is a duet, and the artists brought for those duets on form a veritable Who's Who of modern left-of-center indie (Sharon Van Etten, Twin Shadow, Liars, Chelsea Wolfe, etc.). Taken as a whole, the project and its host of voices become a tribute to the power of human connection. OH NO, am I talking about collective action again?

10. Squid: Bright Green Field
Rock music had it's most exciting year in recent memory with a wave of ambitious bands coming out of the UK, including Black Midi and Black Country, New Road. Squid was the one of those groups whose release I got into most (I feel like if I'd spent more time with the Black Midi album, it would be in this spot, though). Like a lot of the others, it's a post-punk album with an experimental edge—in this case, you've got some Talking-Heads-ish guitar work stretched into fascinating contortions as songs extend into 6, 7, or 8 minute epics under the sway of the hypnotically repetitive yelps of vocalist Ollie Judge. The strange, often abrasive edges of this record aren't for everyone, but I sure enjoyed it.


Great 2021 Songs Not On These Albums:

Adele: "To Be Loved"—I still need to spend more time (read: any time) with the new Adele album, but this one song has really wormed its way into my head. Probably Adele's most impressive vocal performance in her career in terms of how dynamic it is, as well as some of the most moving songwriting of her career, too. Her album has made some waves for being more sonically adventurous than her previous work, and in some ways, "To Be Loved" is pure convention: a weepy, classicist piano ballad about love. But this track also feels daring and comparatively experimental in terms of just how much it commits to its slow emotional crescendo—it is the *most* Adele song, and the fact that it's so saturated on the pure concept of delivering that, it feels paradoxically like something new.

Fleet Foxes: "Sunblind (Solstice Version)"—This was my favorite song off of last year's Fleet Foxes album, so of course it's the standout on the Fleet Foxes live album that came out late this year. The song feels cathartic even with just Pecknold and his guitar alone in a church.

Dylan Henner: "2nd Movement"—I'm really just putting it on here because it introduced me to Su Tissue's 1984 album Salon de Musique, which is a great, extremely hard-to-find record of minimalism. Henner basically recreates this piece from that album whole-cloth because, in the words of the liner notes of the album this came from, "Su’s work is too rare to warrant changing." Agreed.

illuminati hotties: "MMMOOOAAAAAYAYA"—A weird thing keeps happening where illuminati hotties songs sneak onto my year-end lists, despite me not listening to much illuminati hotties stuff otherwise. The full record didn't grab me, but I was addicted to this unhinged lead single. Channeling big Kim Gordon energy.

Eiko Ishibashi: "contentless dream"—I reviewed this as an album, but I'm counting it as a "song" here. Whatever. It's my blog. This track is still mesmerizing.

Lil Nas X: "MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)"—Really, I'm just happy he's still having a good time with musical success and trolling the haters along the way. Good song, too.

Machine Listener: "Mineral Wells"—A subtle current in my 2021 listening was me discovering that I love analog synths now. In light of that, this track is 9 minutes of bliss: a cross between '90s trance and '70s kosmische musik that I just couldn't get enough of.

William Maranci: "Bohemian Wapsody"—Did you ever wonder what "WAP" would sound like if it were "Bohemian Rhapsody"? Me neither, but here's this. Puerile; also incredibly clever (like "WAP" itself).

Megan Thee Stallion: "Thot Shit"—Megan Thee Stallion takes a well-deserved victory lap of a year, the peak of which was this track, an exuberant declaration of absolute sovereignty over the hip-hop world. She's right; nobody on her tier of pop-rap even tries to match her serpentine rhymes and unstoppable flows—and why would you when you would face such withering contempt from her majesty at even having attempted to touch the untouchable? In some ways, she's the last bastion of genuine word-smithery in radio rap in an environment increasingly reliant on producers and vibes over lyrics, but in other ways, one gets the impression that she simply murdered all the other contenders by sheer force of personality.

Radiohead: "Follow Me Around"—Most of the previously unheard material from the new Kid A / Amnesiac reissue (Kid A Mnesia, natch) feels like the product of shuffling through the bottom of the near-empty bin leftover from the legendary recording sessions that birthed Radiohead's two early-millennium masterpieces: incomplete scraps of ideas, instrumental stems, unused production experiments, etc. The collection is mixed together in a pretty cool way that makes a good case for this archival material being released, but it didn't yield many actual songs. One of the few exceptions is "Follow Me Around," a for-real song previously only heard live. The studio version is a slinky little folk song, just Thom Yorke and an acoustic guitar. It's a rare treat to hear Radiohead in this form, and as a Radiohead fanatic (I think I'm probably fooling myself to call myself anything else at this point), I lapped it up.

Olivia Rodrigo: "good 4 u"—Seems like everyone found something to like about Olivia Rodrigo this year. This song reminds me of Paramore (it apparently reminds Rodrigo's team of Paramore, too), a band I was never heavily into but nonetheless have a certain nostalgia for. So I listened to this one a lot. I guess that's the level of sophistication on which I'm engaging with pop these days.

SAULT: "Bitter Streets"—I don't know much about SAULT, but their album 'NINE' was pretty cool this year. That album has a lot of modes, but this—hooky, groovily produced neo-soul—is my favorite from the record.

Sufjan Stevens & Angelo De Augustine: "Reach Out"—This is kind of a placeholder from the album it's from (A Beginner's Mind), which just barely didn't make the cut for my album top 10. This is just my favorite tune from the record. Allegedly inspired by Wings of Desire (still need to see that movie), but even having not seen the film, it's still profound. Too many great lyrics to quote them all, but "I come from conscience where there is no conjugation" might be my favorite single line of the year, from any song.

Taylor Swift: "All Too Well (10 Minute Version)"—Weird to think that I'm now enough of a Taylor Swift fan to be pandered to, but boy golly, did I love this pandering as much as every other slobbering fan who lapped up this long-mythologized, heretofore unheard "original" version of Taylor Swift's best song. Messier and meaner than the original, and you have to wonder if Jake Gyllenhaal deserves some sympathy for having millions of Swifties descend upon him for being a bad boyfriend in a relationship that lasted a couple of months a decade ago. But this song rocks. Best new line: "I was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes, 'I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age.'" Dead.

Tindersticks: "Man Alone (Can't Stop the Fadin')"—I dunno what this song is about (isolation? fading?), but it sure feels paranoid and jittery. Its 11 minutes are a journey through some really ominous loops and repetitions and what feels like found sounds. I haven't paid attention to Tindersticks since their '90s stuff, and this is certainly a cool change of pace from the exquisite, baroque compositions the band produced then.

Jessie Ware: "Please (12" Extended Mix)"—An unstoppable disco bop. What else is there to say?

Wet Leg: "Chaise Longue"—Wet Leg has only released four songs as of right now, and all of them have been bangers to one degree or another. But this, their first, is the bangest, for sure. It kinda feels like Wet Leg's litany of sonic and cultural '90s-indie references are a bit to calibrated to my tastes to trust, but if the music is this good, who am I to complain?

Friday, December 27, 2019

Favorite Music of 2019

Insert my usual caveat that I didn't listen to nearly enough metal or rap. I also probably listened to a disproportionate amount of jazz, hence marking my full transition into "Dad."

As with last year, there wasn't really an album that stood out to me as my definitive "favorite" in 2019, and in fact, the top 5 are probably interchangeable as far as preference goes. For the albums I reviewed, I linked to the original reviews. It's most of them.

Anyway, as you can tell, I don't really have much of a preamble to this one. Hope you like the picks. Enter list.

Favorite Albums:

1. Jenny Hval: The Practice of Love
Hypnotic, beautiful, conceptual, yet immediate. I've been a Jenny Hval fan for a while, so it was probably just a matter of time before she topped one of these lists.

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2. Holly Herndon: PROTO
"There’s a pervasive narrative of technology as dehumanizing," Holly Herndon says in the liner notes to PROTO. "We stand in contrast to that." Clearly; PROTO is an album created in collaboration with Spawn—an A.I. created by Herndon and her colleagues. It's far from the cold experiment that genesis implies, though, and as Herndon's notes indicate, it's an oddly tender and even spiritual work. Herdon's notes go on to compare this album to the Appalachian church music she experienced growing up, which is both an appropriate and a radical comparison to make: if the capacity for worship and wonder is part of what makes us human, what does that say about Spawn?

3. Ariana Grande: thank u, next
One of the best pop songs of the decade births one of the best pop albums of the decade. No surprise.

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4. Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah: Ancestral Recall
Scott has been one of the best, most forward-thinking jazz musicians out there for a while now, so when I say that Ancestral Recall is just more of the same, know that that's the highest praise.

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5. William Basinski: On Time Out of Time
Black hole space ambient drone—possibly the most exciting string of nouns I've ever written.

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6. Xiu Xiu: Girl with Basket of Fruit
Unless you're looking in danker corners than I am, Girl with Basket of Fruit is probably the weirdest album you'll hear all year. Keep on keeping on, Xiu Xiu.

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7. Thom Yorke: ANIMA
I've been a fan of pretty much all of Thom Yorke's solo output, so I didn't really connect to the "return to form" conversation a bunch of people were having around this album. But that doesn't mean it isn't still great, and it has that awesome Paul Thomas Anderson Netflix collaboration connected, too.

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8. Vampire Weekend: Father of the Bride
Bloated and inconsistent, sure, but try telling that to me when that "Harmony Hall" piano hits.

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9. Lana Del Rey: Norman Fucking Rockwell!
If we're all still around in 2049 or whatever, people will probably think of this album (either that or "Old Town Road") when they think about 2019 music, or at least 2019 music culture. The disaffected despair, the meta games, the cutting, allusive lyrics, the brutal intimacy cloaked in a distancing persona—this just feels like what music in 2019 is all about. It's pretty sad. It's also pretty great.

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10. Elder Ones: From Untruth
Probably the more formally challenging album on this list—an off-kilter, dissonant 47 minutes of avant-garde world music/jazz. But if you can get on its wavelength, it's powerful, and Amirtha Kidambi's intensity is infectious.

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Great 2019 Songs Not On These Albums:

Bobby Krlic: "Fire Temple"—From the Midsommar score. If you've seen Midsommar, then you know what happens here, and oh man. If you haven't seen the movie, well, that's fine. It's still one of the most stunning pieces of music you'll hear all year.

Bruce Springsteen: "Hello Sunshine"—Bruce was pretty open about his struggles with depression on his autobiography a couple years back, and "Hello Sunshine" feels like an extension of that honesty. "You know I always liked that empty road," he sings, "No place to be and miles to go." Springsteen often sings in characters, but this is maybe about as personal as The Boss has ever gotten.

Carly Rae Jepsen: "Now That I Found You"—An absolutely buoyant pop gem from CRJ. So you know, business as usual.

Cykada: "Third Eye Thunder"—Despite being ostensibly jazz, this is one of the proggiest tracks I heard all year. Cykada's self-titled album was #11 on my list, and it's another great record from the London jazz scene.

Don Campbell: "All Too Well"—Covering a song as personal and beloved as Taylor Swift's best song is a tall order, but Don Campbell manages it by turning it into a sort of emo anthem. Taylor Swift has always been a couple steps from being an emo artist herself, so it works great.

Flying Lotus: "Fire Is Coming" (feat. David Lynch)—About as freaky as you'd want a David Lynch collaboration to be.

HAIM: "Summer Girl"—If my pattern tracks, I'll be lukewarm on the next HAIM album when it comes out, even after being over-the-moon about its lead single. But whatever; I've worn this magical, warm, slinky little track out in the months since its release, and its Paul-Thomas-Anderson-directed music video is probably my favorite of the year.

Lil Nas X: "Old Town Road" (feat. Billy Ray Cyrus)—Undeniable. The two biggest pop songs of the year were off-format oddities by internet weirdos, and this is pretty much the only thing about the wider world of 2019 that made me feel hope.

Margo Price: "Cocaine Cowboy" (live on Jimmy Kimmel Live!)—"Cocaine Cowboys" came off Margo Price's 2017 record All American Made, where it's a brisk little blues stomp. But when Price performed it live on Kimmel's show, it became a Rolling-Stones-esque jam, the "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" of country music, if you will, and the result is some of the best music of Price's career.

Matmos: "Silicone Gel Implant"—Experimental duo Matmos is known for high-concept playfulness, and their 2019 album Plastic Anniversary is no different, an entire record crafted from sound samples made with plastic. This is my favorite track off that record, the most danceable, fun few minutes on the album.

Octo Octa: "I Need You"—I first listened to this warm, spacious electronic track late at night in the hospital after my son was born, which, as far as I'm concerned, is the best place to hear it. Hasn't left me since.

Powder: "New Tribe"—I also heard this in the hospital after my son's birth. It's the polar opposite of "I Need You": animated by an ominous, machine-like drive. It's just as infectious, though.

Sharon Van Etten: "Comeback Kid"—Van Etten pivots from a folksy sad sack to an anthemic sad sack. I can dig it.

Taylor Swift: "Cruel Summer"—The best purely pop moment on Swift's new album. In fact, the best moment in general.

Wilco: "Love Is Everywhere (Beware)"—Typical Wilco lyrics of oblique paranoia in relief against bright folk music. This elder-statesman stage of Wilco's career is a lot more complex than people are willing to give it credit for, and this track is a great example of that. It also has that effervescent guitar refrain.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Mini Reviews for March 11-17, 2019

Hey, y'all! Keep an eye out on the Cinematary podcast—I was part of their live episode about Slumber Party Massacre II!

Movies

Night Is Short, Walk on Girl (夜は短し歩けよ乙女) (2017)
Based entirely on his 2004 feature Mind Game (the only other film of his I've seen), Masaaki Yuasa is one of the most interesting animation directors currently working. Night Is Short, Walk on Girl feels just ever so slightly like a compromise compared to the wild, ungainly, and often purposefully grotesque Mind Game. Maybe that's for the best. The radical edges, particularly in the gleeful, perverse mixing of media, have mostly been sanded off here, instead giving a mostly unified (if exuberant) aesthetic, which makes this film feel something like a comedown from that earlier film. But this movie's kinetic animation could only be called "conventional" in contrast to a style as outré as Mind Game's, and there's no arguing that taken holistically, Night Is Short is far and away the more functional film on a narrative level and actually manages to create a coherent emotional landscape for its characters (though even here, there is some dead air, particularly with the theater sequence that makes of the bulk of the film's middle half-hour). The movie's eye for the gently absurd matches perfectly with its plot, which is comprised almost entirely of a drunken night on the town that, amusingly and profoundly, takes on cosmic significance, and it depicts the reckless, youthful abandon of that sort of hazy urban wandering with a beautiful precision. Yuasa no longer feels as though he's tearing the medium apart with his bare hands, so that thrill's gone. But we got a pretty good movie in trade! Grade: B+

Of Fathers and Sons (Die Kinder des Kalifats) (2017)
Guy goes under cover in a community of what basically amounts to a Syrian chapter of al-Qaeda and observes the way that the terrorist-aspiring fathers radicalize their children. I'd be hard-pressed to think of a more extreme example of documentary chutzpah, and there's a basic level of visceral terror inherent in the premise that the doc never loses—both in the vicarious fear for the wellbeing of the undercover director and in the deeply tragic, pit-in-the-stomach feeling of watching these children learning radical hate (in many ways, the escalated counterpart to Jesus Camp, of all things). As with Jesus Camp, there's a sort of uncomfortable feeling that these children are merely pawns for the documentarian to use in indicting the clearly villainous adults, and also like Jesus Camp, the lack of social or historical context keeps the film a bit closer to exploitation cinema than I'd like. But you're unlikely to see a scarier documentary in the near future either, and as a pure piece of craft intersecting reality, it's intense. Grade: B

Finders Keepers (2015)
There's barely enough story here for a documentary half the length of Finders Keepers—bad news for the film's final 30 minutes, which hardcore run out of gas. But the true story of a legal fight between a man trying to reclaim his amputated leg and the man who (unintentionally) bought the leg at an auction is quite a yarn and entertaining while it's in motion. There's the sense (hinted at by the film itself) that some of these people are folksing it up for the camera, and even if not, it's still somewhat cartoonish (until it gestures toward social seriousness with the talk of opioid addition and such)—but no complaints from me as long as this movie is engaging. Grade: B-



Dusty Stacks of Mom: The Poster Project (2013)
In a wildly inventive documentary involving stop-motion animation, collage, and clever pop-culture references, Jodie Mack chronicles the decline of her mother's college-dorm-room-poster business in the most college-dorm-room-y way possible, by turning the whole thing into a note-for-note send-up of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. Being that I spent many years of my life believing that DSotM is the greatest album of all time and that my college dorm room wall was decorated with a Pink Floyd poster that very well could have been part of Mack's mother's business's inventory (though that one was of Wish You Were Here—the other greatest album of all time, naturally), this film is uniquely—almost uncannily—positioned to be ecstatically received by me. And low and behold. In addition to the raw dopamine hit of hearing the uber-familiar Pink Floyd music recontextualized like this, it's funny and whip-smart and one of the best times I've had watching a movie in ages. But what makes it truly special is the way that it finds its heart as a kind of eulogy, not just for this specific poster business but for small family businesses in general and the "work hard/get ahead" capitalist myth writ large—which oddly makes the final effect of the film less of a parody than a companion piece to Pink Floyd's jaded, lefty output of the '70s. It's a lot more playful than anything the band did with ol' Roger Waters at the helm, but it's animated by a similarly sardonic, bitter regard for the ways that the powerful create lies that both beguile and entrap the working class. Maybe I'm just leaning too hard into my new role as "dad" (hey, kids, ya wanna hear some Steely Dan?), but this strikes me as a deeply profound reflection of the '70s masterpiece that inspired it, and I'm (go-go-gadget dad joke) over the moon here. Grade: A+

Glory (1989)
It's (I think?) the consensus now that Denzel's character and not Matthew Broderick's Colonel Shaw should have been this movie's protagonist, and oh boy, ain't that the truth. Even putting aside the obvious issue of telling what is really these black soldiers' stories through the avatar of a white dude (granted, the white dude who helped empower these soldiers), there's a real question of dramatic exigency here. Whose story sounds more filmworthy to you: a man who runs away from slavery and then joins the Union Army to fight and kill the Confederates who enslaved him and then, in response to the racism he faces within the Union Army, organizes a strike to leverage fair wages for his fellow soldiers of color and then sacrifices his life to a cause he believes is futile but whose strength of will compels him forward anyway, or the white man who is his commanding officer and faces mild mental anguish about the racism of his peers? That's to say nothing about the execution of the thing, too, which, aside from the excellent costuming and set design, putters around in some buttoned-up '80s-prestige style. To boot, Washington gives a rich, deservedly Oscar-winning performance, whereas Broderick always seems slightly out of his depth. It's mismatched all the way down, and the result is a disappointingly staid and mis-prioritized picture. Grade: C+

Slumber Party Massacre II (1987)
Its deconstruction of slasher tropes is less studied than the 1982 original, opting for a broad, almost zany phantasmagoria over the original's smart, winking, occasionally dry send-up of familiar beats and imagery. That's cool, though, because this one is much more fun. Part of this is preference; I've always found the sort of reality-bending, kitchen-sink '80s horror (Nightmare on Elm Street, Evil Dead II) that this movie traffics in to be a lot more engaging than the lean, mean slashers that occupy the original's headspace. But also, I find this movie's psycho-sexual preoccupations a lot more interesting than the typical slasher hangups—preoccupations that include music culture and urban planning and grief and loss and generational divides (ticking a lot of my boxes here). Plus, the villain is like this rockabilly dude from hell who quotes classic rock as he murders the film's cast with a guitar that looks like what Yngwie Malmsteen's music sounds like—end of cinema, Q.E.D. Grade: A-

Music

Xiu Xiu - Girl With Basket of Fruit (2019)
Xiu Xiu isn't exactly known for making mainstream music, but Girl with Basket of Fruit takes the cake, lemme tell you. An album whose driving, abrasive opening title track includes the line "her boob gets so floppy she uses it as a fan to wave away his sickening B.O." really isn't here to make friends, and whether or not you're up for the rest of the album is probably tested well by how much you can stand that first song's string of unhinged, grotesque absurdities. The other eight songs aren't so much reliant on bizarre lyrical turns as the first one, but they are all equally sonically out there, feeling, in some ways, like the Millennial answer to Captain Beefheart's Trout Mask Replica or Scott Walker's Bish Bosh. It's not for everyone, and I'm not sure it "means" anything in the traditional sense of the word. But if you're in the mood, it's a fascinating and compelling voyage into the weird. There are sounds here that I've never heard elsewhere. Grade: B+