The subtlety beneath the guttural growl of fuzzboxes and cascading torrents of...
No color, no expressions, no depth.
Ariel Pink as the Beverly Hills lo-fi hobbit under self-imposed house arrest.
Keep in mind there's no lemonade in sight.
Hackneyed cutesy interplay (and I mean that in a good way).
The early oughts were a strange time for most people — I was a teenager.
Tom Verlaine sure is one ratty looking guy.
Her cherubic face has so much gravity that it's hard to even notice the rifle...
The group was filtering through all the shit towards a keen sense of pop style.
Black-and-white photography, twenty-ton kickdrums, flowery vocal stunts,...
Unrestrained ambition, zealous stargazing, the human condition of mortal
Would you buy a car from this man? What about life insurance? Snake oil?