Brooklyn IT bands come and go like a mid-morning sugar high, leaving you jittery and confused. And so many of them fall back on the same record-collector talking points: My Bloody Valentine, the Shangri-Las, the Jesus and Mary Chain, Phil Spector, Nuggets garage rock. But not all of them do it as well as the Read More
It’s a perfect match, really. An artist who’s made a career out of refashioning musical kitsch to his own inscrutable ends plays a venue refashioned out of a massive, gold-encrusted, Art-Deco movie-palace and former televangelism center in Washington Heights. It’s Beck at the United Palace Theatre!
The pop mystic seems to be out of a Read More
Why should anyone care about Beck? Isn’t he just some 90′s holdover gone morose, gone Scientologist, gone lame with the weight of his early successes and the death of irony, that vein he mined so long and so well?
His last two releases, the aimless Guero and the overworked yet hollow The Information were critically Read More
