Barrows Dunham's 1947 work of popular philosophy deserves the widest possible audience in 2020.
Fifty years later, one of the greatest films ever made has scarcely aged a day in the ways that matter
A dopey dud: a mix of satire and horror that doesn't manage to be either funny or scary.
Alan Vega is dead, and that means there will never be another Suicide album. But it also means there will never be another Alan Vega album, and that matters at least as much to me.
NPR commentator, author, and sardonic voice of the disgusted put some of his best material to wax in this collection that is regrettably out of print.
Bonus beats for a world that lives technology rather than just using it.
Until we get a Tackhead box set, these two discs will have to do as a source for anthologizing most of the band's best sampler-drum-machine-and-funk moments.
The first of a series of records by Edition Omega Point that explores the undeservedly unheard Japanese avant-garde.
Somewhere between Herbie Hancock's electronic pop-jazz of the 1980s and the more omnivorous, open-ended experimentalism of artists like David Byrne or Brian Eno.
Those purveyors of sinister whimsy went headfirst into the abyss with this undulating black mirror of a record.
Tar-caked, blackened, lugubrious, and barbed, the long-lambasted 1996 Ministry album has held up far better than seemed possible.
Lost treasures from the dungeons of the On-U Sound label, unearthed at last.
Twenty years on, James Cameron's (and Kathryn Bigelow's) millennial cyberpunk masterwork still packs the kinds of wallops mainstream filmmaking has retreated from in near-panic
Amateurish, clumsy, primitive, and weird, but all in such an unselfconscious and unmannered way, these films end up generating an endearing fascination
Unseen for decades except by the most stalwart, this startling early-'80s experiment remains contemporary for reasons entirely apart from its groundbreaking visuals
How did this astonishing little miracle of a movie -- easily the best adaptation of Robert A. Heinlein's work to film yet -- pass without leaving so much as a ripple?
Klaus Schulze's first foray away from Tangerine Dream showed it wasn't the synths that made him what he is.
Hitoshi Matsumoto's latest cinematic shaggy-dog story willfully goes up blind alleys, but that's no reason to follow along.
Scarlett Johannson does so much with so little, in this minimalist story of questioned self-identity.
Forget about the ridiculous premise, if you can; Luc Besson's latest gets major props for sheer audacity.
Does humor belong in music? Yes, but even if it didn't, you're getting it anyway.
Out of two men talking, nothing more, came one of the best films of its decade.
An attempt at politically tinged SF, but only an attempt: such are the risks of not thinking through fully the implications of your premise.
When John Zorn and Bill Laswell joined forces, the results were nothing short of seismic.
Japan's underground tribal unit didn't record much, but the best of its moments are here in one convenient place.
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