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...Dallas suburb of Highland Park is particularly fine. Set on a steep, forested site in a neighborhood of conventionally swanky Texas mansions, the new house is a not-quite-severe collage of limestone, concrete and black steel, simultaneously grave and jazzy. Nor is it simply a multimillion-dollar one-liner: the entrance to the place is one thing (giant, portentous limestone chunks), the inside quite another (vast, airy volumes), and the rear (a huge, mirrorized steel plate) still another. Out back, a 60-ft. ramp projects uselessly and wonderfully up into the sky. With its impeccable detailing and rich, complex...
...producer Bronze Nazareth, suck. They all chug along painfully at the same plodding tempo, with the same drums, the same string samples, the same disembodied voice. They are neither funky, nor ominous, nor reminiscent of anything but the worst of Bobby Digital-era RZA, despite what the over-excited liner notes (“Bronze’s beats are all like Rza’s sound!!”) may claim. The beat to “Cars on the Interstate” is a complete rip-off of “Bring The Pain,” Method...
When he left England on an ocean liner in January 1939 with his school friend and colleague W.H. Auden, Isherwood was a 34-year-old talking point who had written three plays with Auden, journeyed to China and just completed the Goodbye to Berlin stories that would inspire the play I Am a Camera! and the musical Cabaret. He sailed to America trailing a blast of recriminations from his friends, who refused to believe he had discovered himself a pacifist just as his country was going to war. If we believe it, it's only because we're privy...
...sepia-tinted prairie photograph recalls turn-of-the-century daguerreotypes, and its focus—a laundry line—is a similarly archaic piece of technology. The liner notes reveal that Young’s atavistic tendencies extend to the studio: “Prairie” was recorded and mixed on analog equipment...
...unless you’re part of the hopefully embarrassed Scherzinger family or are sent the album through a junk-of-the-month club like Columbia House, you should never have to hear it. If you want to see those liner notes, though, just let me know...