Angeldust Apocalypse belongs to an emerging genre called Bizarro fiction, which holds disturbing imagery as one of its defining characteristics. I could focus on these often macabre situations in Angeldust Apocalypse — moments of human body modification, subcutaneous worm trafficking, corporate logo shaped scars — but to do just that would be doing this collection a severe disservice. […]

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When at its best, cinema transports its audience to another time and place, freeing the throngs of weary cubicle-dwellers from the throes of their everyday existence. A film usually does this in one of two ways: by providing a penetrating look at our own world that is somehow more real than the reality it portrays, or by offering entry into a fantasy realm—a world of imagination recognizable by virtue of its being unrecognizable. The Cave of the Yellow Dog, a genre-blurring docudrama about a real family scratching out a traditional existence on the desolate plains of Mongolia, does both.

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Skunk: A Love Story feels familiar. One can smell, if you will, a trace of recognition. Our antisocial yet romantic protagonist falls in love, suffers betrayal, adopts a simpler life, and learns a few lessons along the way – all while dealing with substance addition. While these broad events have been tasted before, Skunk does offer something distinctive: Damien Youngquist, an intelligent and socially crippled middle-aged office worker, is addicted to skunk musk.

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Off the heels of Radiohead’s “pay what you want” digital distribution, Williams ups the ante, offering his latest album for free with the option to donate $5 to the artist. All this while being decidedly less established. After several tours, opening for Nine Inch Nails, Williams and NIN’s Trent Reznor hook up to collaborate on what can only be described as a monumental success in programming. […]

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So here’s the thing. Whether you’re a fan of Radiohead or one of the few listeners who isn’t, it is absolutely, undeniably, without question that Thom Yorke and Co. have balls…big ones. The entire catalogue of Radiohead is soaked in dichotomy, […]

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