In the nebulous period of 1983 and 1984 between the drug-fueled dissolution of the trash can-driving, six-inch-gold-blade-slicing, zoo-music-girl-lusting, junkyard royalty The Birthday Party and the official designation of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Nick Cave played a smattering of clubs under a few different titles. There was Nick Cave and the Cavemen, which is … Continue reading
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Are You Getting a Case of the Sinceres, Dear?: Nate Lippens’s “My Dead Book”
I’m beginning to hate the phrase “chosen family.” Conducting an interview recently for a well-known “queer” publication, I felt myself physically recoil when an interviewee used that term. Why? Because like queer itself, the phrase, to me at least, feels increasingly hollow—emptied of all meaning—especially as queer becomes a brand identity and chosen families, the … Continue reading
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing A Pair Of Scissors Can’t Fix!: 5 Mini-ish Reviews of Books We’ve Recently Enjoyed
You may not know this, dearest Filthy Dreams fanatics, but I’ve occasionally been accused of being long-winded. Rambling. Exhausting. Draining. Just a tad wordy. In a culture where we have writers and editors tweet-advising us to make articles shorter and more palatable for readers, I tend to do the opposite. I don’t care who likes … Continue reading
Cease to Exist: Jack Skelley’s “Dennis Wilson and Charlie Manson”
“Topanga’s hot today, Manson’s in the air,” sings Lana Del Rey in the second verse of her song “Heroin” on Lust for Life. And who doesn’t sense Charles Manson, his acid-headed Family, and the echoing terror of the Tate-LaBianca murders in these sweltering and wildfire-choked days of early August? These murders that occurred from August … Continue reading
What A Gay World/What A Mess: Big Bruiser Dope Boy’s “Something Gross”
“I may have not had a boyfriend, but I did have a nose” That about says it all, doesn’t it? Always appreciate what you have! Even if it means having more than just a vacant nasal cavity. This perfect quote, which should frankly be sold on coffee mugs and throw pillows, comes courtesy of Ben, … Continue reading
Does the World Need More Lesbian Corn?: A Conversation on Camille Roy’s “Honey Mine”
As primarily nonfiction readers, your faithful co-founder Emily Colucci and contributor Jessica Caroline have been making an effort to overcome our general reluctance to engage more in contemporary fiction. We gave Lauren Oyler’s Fake Accounts and Torrey Peters’ Detransition, Baby a whirl. However, it’s not like authors at larger publishing houses are in dire need of … Continue reading
The Human Body as War Zone and Receptacle of Pain: The Body Art of Martin Bladh and Karolina Urbaniak’s “The Torture of the 100 Pieces”
Represented by a logo of a human eye and eyebrow, with the eye acting as a razor blade, Infinity Land Press is, by its own website’s description, “a press that provides exclusive, clandestine publications which are inoculated against the circulatory system of the established book market.” Created and founded by artists Martin Bladh and Karolina … Continue reading
“That’s Your Daughter?! When Did She Get So Hot?”: Our 20 Favorite Moments From Michael Cohen’s “Disloyal”
I love sleazy lawyers. Show me a poorly produced ambulance-chasing commercial filled with images of car crashes, explosions, and infernos with a sweaty man in a suit hollering about bringing down “THE HAMMER!” of justice and I’m over the moon. Maybe it has to do with growing up in Pittsburgh where memorizing a certain ad … Continue reading
Everything Will Be Human, or at Least Californian: A Conversation About “Sensoria” and “We Want It All”
The first few chapters of McKenzie Wark’s Sensoria: Thinkers for the Twenty-First Century, recently published by Verso Books, had us both thinking: why are we reading Wark’s book reports? Are we to do a book report on book reports? So instead of that exercise in grad(e) school nostalgia, we decided to have a meandering chat … Continue reading
I Decided To Do Nothing About Everything…Forever: Lana Del Rey’s “Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass”
While you were staring slack-jawed at the avalanche of COVID positive test results from the fresh air breathers in the West Wing (even my baby Kellyanne who I thought quit…), caught at a hexed super-spreader Rose Garden infection extravaganza cursed by the angered spirit of the late Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, you may have missed … Continue reading