Kimberly Chun

Earth mover

Eleanor Friedberger pulls from the personal for Last Summer

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MUSIC I didn't mean to bring the earthquake to Eleanor Friedberger's Brooklyn — it just felt that way when I rang a few weeks ago, minutes after her 'hood shivered and shook like it was attempting a weak imitation of, well, San Francisco. "Actually it sounded like someone was stomping on my roof," she says wryly, phasing in and out over the line as if spirited away by unexplained forces.Read more »

Happy accidents

Givers revel in the Louisiana heat

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MUSIC What's so funny about sweetness and light? Bright, explosive jolts of jubilance and snappy uplift? Everything and nothing, Givers might say. The Lafayette, La., band embraces an ecstatic fun-for-all aesthetic on its debut, In Light (Glassnote) — though sultry-voiced vocalist-percussionist Tiffany Lamson still feels a need to defend her group's rollicking, bubbling bliss bombs.Read more »

Deep in the heart

One Day's Lone Scherfig directs an uncommon rom-com

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FILM Why do romantic comedies get such a bad rap? Blame it on the lame set-up, the contrived hurdles artificially buttressed by the obligatory chorus of BFFs, the superficial something-for-every-demographic-with-ADD multinarrative, and the implausible resolutions topped by something as simple as a kiss or as conventional as marriage, but often no deeper, more crafted, or heartfelt than an application of lip gloss.Read more »

'West'-ward ho

Wooden Shjips cultivates California mythology on its new album

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Fear and longing

Miranda July grapples with the weirdness of the familiar in The Future

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Dreams and drawings, cats and fantasies, ambition and aimlessness, and the mild-mannered yet mortifying games people play, all wind their way into Miranda July's The Future. The future's a scary place, as many of us fully realize, even if you hide from it well into your 30s, losing yourself in the everyday. But you can't duck July's collection of moments, objects, and small gestures transformed into something strangely slanted and enchanted, both weird and terrifying, when viewed through July's looking glass.Read more »

Ladies first

Kinuyo Tanaka and other legends command the screen in "Japanese Divas"

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FILM The phenomenon of scene-stealing Japanese divas is all too familiar to this wannabe, having grown up in the clutches of unrepentantly demanding, real-life J-power matrons — the kind who will ply you with unsolicited advice, gifts, and edibles while smilingly applying the thumbscrews of sweet guile, pile-driving guilt, and sheer gambatte.Read more »

Kindred spirits

Lumerians work together to create surreal interstellar music on Transmalinnia

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Heady, hoppy, smoky with the musky tang of interstellar, international exotica shot through a post-hardcore prism. Oakland psych-space-rock-drone outfit Lumerians' sound is intoxicatingly addictive enough to inspire that imaginary brewski review, even in the thick of the raging patio at Jack London Square's Beer Revolution. And if the band was a glass of sheer liquid refreshment, what would it be? A complex Cab, a supernatural Super Tuscan, or a solid stout?Read more »

Ride the lightning

A metalhead ignites a grieving family (for better — and worse) in Hesher

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Since grunge broke, who hasn't been fascinated by those unwashed, straggly-haired, flannel-clad legions who somehow were recast as Kurt Cobain's minions? In reality they lurked on the sidelines of school functions and adolescent gatherings long before Nevermind, butt hanging from lips, back set to slouch, and coolly assessing everything against some maddeningly precise internal bullshit meter. If you thought all the entertainment was up onstage, you've got another thing comin'.Read more »

Some shit-talking

Psychedelic Horseshit steps out of the shitstorm and laces things with bliss

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MUSIC Psychedelic Horseshit slinger Matt Horseshit has the gift of gab. He's been credited with coining the genre label shitgaze, though he's quick to dismiss it. "Genre names are pretty ridiculous at this point — a few kids in their room make up something and call it shoelace-gaze. A few people do something in their house and it's now, 'Which house?'"Read more »

Return of the skronk

Bill Orcutt gives some noise to the city on A New Way to Pay Old Debts

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