Arguably, the worst movie I’ve ever seen.

I get the sense that the movie’s sole purpose was simply to let the director sum up all of his feelings about cinema.

When all is said and done, the band seems happy to continue with the success that they have enjoyed so far.

No More Shall We Part is the best album of 2001.

Not a bad record by any means, but I just find myself wanting to like it more than I do.

Much of it ends up sounding like something Damien Jurado might record on a really off day, only to quickly tape over it with something else.

Compared to the celestial heights that Ágætis Byrjun strove for, ( ) feels remarkably restrained. But in its own way, far more ambitious.

I recommend you put a blindfold, throw away the liner notes, and listen to all of this fresh stuff.