While this month may be a dead zone for big pop albums (way to delay The Pinkprint, Nicki), classic rock and indie rock dominates November with a number of marquee releases. Dylan’s Basement Tapes finally go fully legit with a comprehensive box set; Pink Floyd offers up its final album ever, six years after keyboardist Richard Wright passed; and Bryan Ferry ditches the Jazz Age in favor of his usual crooner rock. Meanwhile, TV on the Radio returns triumphantly, Deerhoof make their best album in years, and Ariel Pink, uh, still exists. Also this month: Mary J. Blige and Jeremih play with the mainstream R&B format, Foo Fighters pay tribute to American musical traditions in tasteful ways, Arca changes the landscape of electronic production with his debut, and Chumped prove to be one of pop-punk’s most promising young …Read More
Next Tuesday, the Criterion Collection will release an all-new, stunningly restored, and just plain wonderful Blu-ray version of A Hard Day’s Night, the classic Beatles musical comedy that, wouldn’t you know it, also turns 50 years old this summer. To mark the release of that acclaimed rocker (and the theatrical unveiling of the thus-far less-acclaimed Four Seasons biopic Jersey Boys), we decided to round up the best rock movies of all time — no concert films and no documentaries, but narrative films where popular music plays a vital …Read More
My dad has done many things for me, chief among them conceiving, raising, and providing for me in a home full of love and humor. But if I had to pinpoint the greatest gift my father ever gave me, I’d say it was an early cultivation of my taste in music. And these days, it’s a pleasure to be able to return the favor.
When album art succeeds, it becomes wholly embedded in our conception of the music it introduces. Whether you like it or not, Nirvana ensured that you wouldn’t be able to listen to Nevermind without envisioning a wet, cash-hungry baby. You’ll likely never listen to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy without thinking about a butterfaced illustration of Kanye fucking a more-butterfaced angel, and you certainly can’t listen to Raffi’s Bananaphone without thinking of a phone that’s a banana! Aware of the stubbornness of such images, a Flickr user who goes by Harvezt decided to provide another dimension to these otherwise invariable visual associations (spotted via Stereogum). Here, Harvezt flips the album art, showing these covers from behind and opening our imaginations to what might have lurked beyond these famous frames.
Dad-rock (n.): 1. (lit.) music played by dads; 2. music made by old white dudes that somehow always ends up on the car stereo and/or being played on the hi-fi at various school friends’ houses. Both these definitions probably leave you with the impression that it’s something to avoid, and while this is often true, it’s not always the case. Apropos of a recent Flavorwire office discussion about modern-day dad-rock, here’s a list of 20 AOR staples that are actually, y’know, good, starting in the golden age of dad-rock (i.e., the ’60s) and stretching through to the present …Read More
Slate put a preemptive pin on all those 75th-anniversary posts commemorating Orson Welles’s broadcast of War of the Worlds by reminding readers that, contrary to popular belief, almost no one believed aliens were actually invading the earth at the time. Yet the urban legend will no doubt persist. Which brings us to our brief survey of rumors from around pop culture that never seem to die despite not having much in the way of truth to them. Read on for all kinds of fascinating non-facts about musicians, movies, actors, and pop cultural icons, reminding us that while truth may be stranger than fiction, fiction’s often plenty …Read More