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by Noah Haynes
One sad thing about modern movies is that we don’t get enough clubhouses anymore.
In any old kid’s movie, you’d be sure to see some elaborately constructed clubhouse, treehouse, or even a needlessly complex Rube-Goldberg machine accomplishing something simple like opening a gate (à la The Goonies). It’s a specific analog creativity that charms the viewer.
A similar sense of creativity—albeit covered with a layer of teenage ennui—can be felt in 1995’s Empire Records. The movie presents a struggling independent record store, along with the struggles of the ragtag group of teens it employs.
by Eddie Sayago
We are in the middle of my favorite season of the year: awards. There are so many awards shows and ceremonies, most of them for film and actors. Music’s so-called biggest night, the Grammy Awards, is often overlooked by some (me) awards spectators due to its usually out-of-touch picks for its trophies.
And this isn’t new. There’s a clip from the 5th season of The Simpsons where Homer tries to give away his Grammy to a bellhop who then tosses it off the balcony (“Hey, don’t throw your garbage down here.”)
The (American mainstream) music industry’s most coveted prize is the Grammy Award for Album of the Year. Is is known as “The Big Award.” A lot of people can benefit from this award, and not just to put something shiny to put on a shelf.
This award is given to the artist, band or group, the producers, songwriters, the mastering engineers, the recording engineer or mixer, and featured artists. All these people get a boost in the business that will lead to attention and hopefully more work and opportunities.
Most albums return to the charts and get more sales and ears for their overall work. Admit it, you are intrigued when you see (insert award) Winner at the top of the bill, poster, or album cover. (I definitely am.)
These seven albums have won the Grammy Award for Album of the Year and were found coincidentally at various record shops around town.
by Alanna Miller
Right away, Squid’s 'Crispy Skin' deceives the listener. The composition is uptempo with keyboard that recalls Mario Kart sounds. The drum marches fast and the keys and synths build to draw you into a magical world. Then, primary vocalist Ollie Judge’s voice appears like spoken word in a manner that feels creepy, like an enunciated whisper. He’s playful and toying with you. 'Am I the bad one?/ Yep, yes, I am.'
The vocal delivery is sometimes pouty and sometimes emphatic. The instruments are played as if in conversation with Judge, playful riffs snuck in between lyrics. The rapid tonal shifts feel dizzying and manipulative. Altogether, the song feels like you’re watching an acid-washed 80s horror movie where everything seems just fine...until it isn’t.
Over two minutes into the track, the song slows down almost to a stop, building palpable tension. Judge chants to you, taunting, which is perhaps the first time you realize the title of the song you’re listening to is "Crispy Skin." You can’t hide from it when every syllable is enunciated over acoustic instrumentals.
As the music builds back up, your excitement grows. You’ve fallen down the rabbit hole now. You don’t even mind that this song is about cannibalism.
Squid tells a story that feels intoxicating. The music is cinematic, and the lyrics are daring. The record has a certain of Montreal experimental art rock sound that is wonderfully weird and masterful. Also I’m a Scorpio, so anything with a scorpion on it will appeal to me.
Cowards, the third album release from the British post-punks, is a concept album, with each song exploring stories about the macabre. Suffice to say, it will surely be a scary good release.