Thursday, May 15, 2008


The buried treasure? A home of our own!


Call it inevitable or call it karma, but Prodigy won’t be gripping a piece again any time soon.

Daniel and Schmidt have always been interesting; now we know they’re equally capable of fun.

As an unguided tour through NIN's sonic palette, the set works deliciously; as a cathartic, fist-pumping exercise, it falls flat minus Reznor's vein-straining angst. The Slip--which arrives as a free online download three scant months after Ghosts--does a far better job of hitting those big-rock marks, even if it doesn't recall the futuristic dystopian mind-fuck of 2007's Year Zero.

Whether Picture is a perspective-consolidated, first-person Winesburg, Ohio or a digital-age blues-folk touchstone is irrelevant--it's as lovingly crafted and comfortable as an old, worn pair of shoes.

Debt Dept is actually fun, even if its politics are as murky as its sonics.

Third doesn't even attempt to meet the expectations set heretofore, and that's a damn shame.

Remember the late 20th Century?

Drastic urban renewal, she believes, is the key to our selfish malaise, noting that life expectancy is higher in cities than suburbs and that city living encourages people to “share energy, share transport and share space to a degree that is inconceivable in any other situation”.