Clothilde: Queen of the French Swinging Mademoiselle
At the height of the Yeh Yeh Girl craze, literally dozens upon dozens of teenage girls filed through the recording studios of Western Europe and, from there, onto the airwaves. […]
At the height of the Yeh Yeh Girl craze, literally dozens upon dozens of teenage girls filed through the recording studios of Western Europe and, from there, onto the airwaves. […]
60s garage rock is my preferred late night listening, offering a pleasurable chill deeper than that provided by the usual combination of challenged fidelity and ennobling obscurity that I find […]
When I first moved to New York some fifteen years ago, I spent a lot of time (and even more money) buying records at Mondo Kim’s on St. Marks and […]
Life can’t be all hacking through the jungle or leading a team of frogmen in a suicide mission to sabotage an enemy U-boat. Sometimes, you find yourself sloughing out of your shoulder holster, pouring two glasses of champagne, and lying an elegant man or woman down on the carpet in front of the fireplace.
It’s been several years now that I’ve been searching for the elusive album by British actor Peter Wyngarde. Around these parts, Wyngarde is revered for his role as Jason King, the swingin’ international man of mystery, adventure novel writer, and part-time espionage agent.
The Bollywood b-grade horror film is where we like to play, and it’s about time someone celebrated the music from those fantastically terrible movies full of rubber fright masks
As The Sound of Wonder demonstrates, Pakistani film music from that same period likewise had one foot in the future, often with the other foot inhabiting territory no less strange
Whether you are driving along the Amalfi Coast or setting out to map a tributary of the Amazon, everyone knows the most important thing to prepare before departure: your soundtrack
“My dear girl there are some things that just aren’t done, such as drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above a temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s as bad as listening to […]
“This was no disciplined march; it was a stampede–a stampede gigantic and terrible–without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning […]