This movie has so many ideas and doesn’t know what to do with them all.
Like all good collaborations, something new and interesting was forged out of that which was familiar.
Sufjan Stevens displays a real knack for taking his arsenal of abstract sounds and letting them go wild without damaging his music’s integrity.
There is a great album at the heart of Drukqs. It’s just unfortunate that you have wade through two for it.
My Father My King is ultimately an extremely loud footnote in Mogwai’s history.
Travis shifted between the spark-fueled rock on their sophomore effort and the simmering pop songs on their latest.
At times brilliant and interesting, I often found it slow and just barely limping along.
Each song feels perfectly, beautifully natural, an outlet for a man trying to cope with death and loss.
It vaguely reminds me of some of the Revolutionary Army of the Infant Jesus’ material.
You get the feeling that, in order to truly appreciate this music, you need to see the movie.
These guys play intricate and heartfelt rock, full of passion and honesty.
When the film reaches its conclusion, it’s both a genuine shock and fitting resolution — and all the more tragic.
If this isn’t music for overcoming broken times and bitter moments, than I don’t know what is.
One wonders if this is the greatest western ever made.
All in all, a so-called classic that misses out on all of the aspects that make a classic western.