RECESS | CULTURE
Advanced Screening of White Strips Documentary
By Charlie McSpadden | February 28, 2010
Dear God, I Hate Myself is not an album for everyone. Xiu Xiu seems almost deliberately alienating, making music that is disquieting and claustrophobic.
Durham transplant Jamie Stewart released his eighth studio album under the Xiu Xiu name, Dear God, I Hate Myself, Tuesday. Recess' Jonathan Wall caught up with the former Bay Area denizen before...
Last Tuesday morning, I was awoken by my persistent uncontrollable cough (bronchitis?), eyes crusted with puss (pink eye?), sinuses feeling like crap (definite infection) in my near-freezing,...
In the early 1970s, Mapfumo and his band the Blacks Unlimited solidified an afro-pop style that they called “chimeranga”—the Shona word for struggle. His rich, polyrhythmic tunes drew on both...
You get the sense that a more discerning edit may have made a classic out of Have One On Me, but the relentless excess dooms it to unevenness.
Her latest project Lions Will Roar, Swans Will Fly, Angels Will Wrestle Heaven, Rains Will Break: Gukurahundi! challenges the contrived conceptions of Africa, seeking to explore the authentic...
What word makes everything instantly worse? It starts with a “W” and ryhmes with winter. That’s right, winter.
The production is Brittany Duck’s senior distinction project, which she began working on in the fall of 2009. After reading through several plays, she decided on Two Small Bodies for the unique...
“This story just came spitting out of me,” Tim Tyson said. “There was a kind of convulsive quality to it.”
A movie based on a real-life event as riveting and history-rich as the Oxford, N.C. trial of Henry “Dickie” Marrow’s murder can’t be anything but worth watching.
Part Michael Moore, part Borat with a dash of the United Nations, the Yes Men have attacked Dow Chemical on the BBC and published a fake New York Times heralding the end of the war in Iraq, and,...
Out of the Blue, presented by Archipelago Theatre, is not easy to sum up. But it shouldn’t be.
At first glance, Big Shots seems to have little to do with thriftiness. But strangely enough, the show was born at least in part out of the need to do more with less in lean times.
This is a nightmarish and elegant study of mental illness, interlaced with memory, emblematic of loss.
Chatroulette becomes existential when Sam Schlinkert wonders if he still hasn't found what he's looking for.
Gorilla Manor, the first full-length release from Los Angeles quintet Local Natives, sounds like the work of a much more accomplished band, well-formed and generally agreeable.