[Sept. 24] The Thom Yorke side project fuses world beat and electronica into a complex, cockeyed dance set that'll eventually make its way down to your ass and feet.
[Sept. 20] He's fuzzing... scuzzing... distorting and feeding back like he just rediscovered pedals and amplifiers.
Despite the repeated self-shittings accompanied by the bitter scent of sulfur being pumped into the audience, the play never becomes cheap spectacle.
A quarter of the audience didn't return for the second act, and one woman fell asleep and snored loudly before her companion shoved her awake.
You can be funnier on your couch; you have been funnier on your couch.
A play whose primary language is the body.
[Sept. 9] Don't call it a side project. She's been here for years.
[Sept. 7] On their new record Dean Spunt and Randy Randall are mostly done with their pretty noise, occasionally done with drums and even done with songs.
For those looking to believe, David Blaine, the magician once called "trick-less" by Chris Rock was wandering around being followed by a camera crew and boom mic, 52 in hand.
At which point I spot Jay Z smoking a cigar in the photo pit, vibing to the man wearing a cartoon rodent on his head...
The cemetery can't fundraise, burial-lot sales have dwindled, and they needed to do something.
This year, the gay movers and shakers attending the forum do so in the wake of historic Supreme Court oral arguments concerning gay marriage, which will certainly add some heat and light to several of the events.