La La Land is one of those movies made for people who love movies, which unfortunately speaks less to the quality of filmmaking than its referential nature.

On a Friday night in Philadelphia, Red Fang came to play. Our intrepid reviewer attempted to withstand the fury.

Ten years ago, Colin Meloy and his merry band of murder balladeers broke out from the indie label circuit with their Capitol Records debut, The Crane Wife. By that point, we all knew The Decemberists as a quirky Portland outfit with a flare for folk-tinged storytelling and a particular appeal to bookish liberal arts majors.

Staging a disappearance with the hopes of a windfall payout is a dumb plan, but it makes for some surprisingly entertaining viewing.

American Wrestlers’ Goodbye Terrible Youth tackles the most difficult obstacle for any young, lo-fi, “bedroom pop” act: learning how to make your sound bigger and clearer without sanding off any of the appealingly rough edges.

Steven Okazaki has crafted a celebratory, balanced look at the legendary actor Toshiro Mifune.

Kurt Wagner’s ever-reliable Nashville outfit Lambchop hasn’t been heard from since 2012’s Mr. M, but last year Wagner and a couple buddies got together to release an excellent, subdued electronic album under the name HeCTA.

Watching Michael Shannon act is like catching sight of an iceberg in the distance. As coldly restrained as he appears, sooner or later the entire film will crash against imposing depths hidden below.

In Claire King’s new novel, we meet Baptiste Molino, a therapist with a curious history. The book follows Baptiste, painting a picture of the struggles of life, love, happiness, longing, and friendship.