*stares wide-eyed into the tantalizing and tacky abyss of the dancing waters* Wha…wha…what’s that? Who is trying to talk to us as we drift off into the Mall of America utopia of a dancing waters fountain playing a manic rendition of, well, all of the music from The Nutcracker? THIS IS CHRISTMAS!!! HOW DARE YOU?! Oh, it’s … Continue reading
In the gleefully artificial disco haze of 1977, our role model Amanda Lear deadpan announced that she was a photograph. “I am a glossy photograph,” she coos in her song “I Am A Photograph. “Of course I am a bit retouched and my color has been processed.” Over forty years later, Grimes–otherwise known as Claire Boucher, otherwise known as c, renamed by her billionaire beau Elon Musk for the symbol for the speed of light, otherwise known as another one of my maniacal obsessions–became a hologram. Continue reading
Dear Lana, forgive us our sins. Dear Lana, forgive us our sins…Wait…what’s that? Oh, I was just praying to our lord, savior, national anthem and blessed mother Lana Del Rey. If you’re not praying to your idols, then how are you expected to get anything out of life? Certainly even Jesus could recognize the cleansing … Continue reading
Why hello there, Filthy Dreams cult followers! I mean, readers…READERS! I swear, this website isn’t just an elaborate scheme to indoctrinate you into our tacky and trashy ways to create a camp cult utopia somewhere in the wilderness like…hm…Sweden! I hear they’ve got good psychedelics. I’m ready to deck myself out in flowers, and burn … Continue reading
Yeeeeeeeeeehaw!!! Look up there in the sky, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! What do you see? Do you see ghost riders? YIIIIPPPIIIEEEEE YIIIIYOOOOOO YIIIIPPPPIIIIEEEE YIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAA!!! *ahem* What’s that? Oh, don’t mind me as I howl Johnny Cash into the abyss and no, it’s not just the moonshine talking. Yes, you should be concerned, but pull up … Continue reading
Last week, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds released their devastatingly beautiful album Ghosteen, inspiring wracking sobs and the discovery of emotions we didn’t even know we still had. Since both your faithful co-founder Emily Colucci and contributor Adam Lehrer are longtime Nick Cave stans, we dried our tears and decided to talk it through … Continue reading
“As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin’ feet have trod before me, with my guitar in my hand, suddenly I realize nobody knows me,” dryly sings Nick Cave in the beginning of “The Singer,” his take on Johnny Cash’s “The Folk Singer” on Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds’ 1986 cover album … Continue reading
