John Darnielle has always been sensitive to people living in various states of collapse; in hindsight, a Mountain Goats album about wrestlers might have been inevitable.
As interviews, explanatory essays, and other process-focused publishing artifacts become inescapable parts of the literary package, do we have to reckon with novels on terms other than our own?
On Kim Gordon’s Girl in a Band and Robert Christgau’s Going Into the City.
From “the worst fucking song” Frank Sinatra ever heard to the upsetting eroticism of Rob Thomas, a comprehensive cataloging of all 55 award-winners since 1959.
All (well, some of) the books, music, films and TV shows Hazlitt’s staff found and enjoyed this year.
On the insufficiency of numbers, black metal turned aggressively queer and danceable, and finding that certain brand of black cherry lipstick.
In e-mail conversation with the UK music critic about “We Are the World,” “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” and other “classics” of the genre.
There’s no sure escape from the compressed life of a boy band.
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