by Jon Bernstein in The Arts
I was a bit skeptical when I first heard about "Chrome Dreams II," a new album by Neil Young intended as a semi-sequel to a widely bootlegged yet unreleased 1977 album titled (naturally) "Chrome Dreams." Young's latest album is his third since the near fatal brain aneurism he suffered in 2005.
With the 2006 release of its first album in three years, Brand New is on tour to prove its newfound maturity to fans, armed with an improved live show and a handful of new songs
by Nellie Thomas in The Arts
Much to the dismay of a lot of fans at the Myth last Tuesday, Brand New has matured immensely since the debut of its first album "Your Favorite Weapon" in 2001. The show started with an incredible performance from mewithoutYou, a somewhat unknown band from Philadelphia.
by Matthew Stone in The Arts
I'm admittedly wary of this man and his ever-growing influence in the world, but I've got to hand it to him. Rupert Murdoch, who's (not so) slowly taking over every sector of the world of media that I hold so dear, really knows how to make a bribe.
After all, how else would his influence keep on growing?
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With classics like "1984" and "Animal Farm," canonized political writer George Orwell is in no danger of being forgotten. "Homag to Catalonia," first published in 1938, reinforces his lasting influence
by Nikhil Gupta in The Arts
The muffled thuds of artillery fire, punctuated by the staccato bursts of rifles and machine-guns, shatter the stillness of the dawn, echoing through the ridges and valleys. Staring across one at another in the bitterly cold and bleak heights of Aragon during the winter of 1936 are the bedraggled soldiers of two armies engaged in protracted trench warfare - fighting, bleeding, dying for different ideals and visions of Spain.
by Peter Valelly in The Arts
My friend Dave from high school once noted that as summer turned to fall, he just couldn't help but start listening to "darker music," and he suspected the same was true of everyone. This sounds like a simple formula, an easy one to disprove. But there's something to it - each fall at Mac, the carefree vibes of summer steadily fade, deserting us in the flat, increasingly frigid Midwestern environs where we all spend two-thirds of the year.
