It captures into the meandering melancholy and sense of longing that characterizes Haruki Murakami’s writing.
What good does it do to ingest the works of someone who has outright denied God’s existence?
Conjures up every cliché of goth/darkwave music… and then easily transcends them.
So when I say I had no idea what to expect when I slipped Circles into the player, I really mean that.
I find something especially beguiling about Newman’s harsh, brittle soundscapes.
It’s sleek, slim, and just a wee bit sexy.
Cocteau Twins created music so perfectly realized that it’s practically a genre all its own.
Amazing performances and subtle direction anchor Hirokazu Koreeda’s bittersweet movie about children abandoned by their mother.
To be perfectly honest, I just think Munk has found himself in a bit of rut.
This is the sort of show that, had I seen it as a 12-year-old boy in the ’80s, would have easily left a huge mark on my young psyche.