“Everywhere I seem to go on this island seems to me I find degeneracy. There is brawling in bars. There is indecency in public places. And there is the corruption of the young. And now I see it all stems from here—it stems from the FILTH taught here in this very school room!” So spits … Continue reading
Ho, ho, ho!! Mary Christmas, Filthy Freaks! Welcome to the 10th installment of our Christmas music playlist! We have lasted long enough to be elevated to sainthood: St. Em, the Giver, St. Marion the Dreamer, and St. Widgey the Schemer. How did we celebrate? By committing crimes–for Santa–of course! Stick ’em up, Rudolph! We’re guiding … Continue reading
The Tirzah exhibition at SculptureCenter is as basic and enchanting as Tirzah’s music, which would perhaps be best described as mellow melancholia with spasms of grunge. If you weren’t already enamored with Tirzah, you’d probably walk into the exhibition, comprised of just two modestly scaled screens displaying music videos, all of which are readily available … Continue reading
The first we hear from Lana Del Rey on her new song “Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd” is a deep breath. Over a swell of strings, Lana takes a brief inhale, followed by an extended exhale as if she’s doing meditation. She’s preparing herself to sing one of the most … Continue reading
Hey, ho! What’s that smell? Could it be the smell turkey basting in the oven? Sage burning out all the jilted memories of Thanksgiving yesteryear–why won’t they invite me back over again?? A sign of an impending Thanksgiving-inspired stroke? Burnt toast, or burnt dinner rolls? You be the judge! We here at Filthy Dreams have … Continue reading
Welcome to the 10th edition of our HALLOWREEN playlist! That’s right, 10 years and kicking, though these days, Marion is looking more like Willem Dafoe from The Lighthouse, and Emily more like Mia Goth from Pearl: I’m a STARRRR!! Over the past 10 years, we have compiled music playlists to put the spin into your … Continue reading
Does an artist need to believe—or at the very least consider—the existence of God (or the divine, a higher power, or whatever it is you want to call it) in order to create transcendent work? That’s the question I’ve been wrestling with ever since listening to an advanced copy of the audiobook for Nick Cave … Continue reading
In his Last Will and Testament made in 1987, on view in the sprawling exhibition Stranger Than Kindness: The Nick Cave Exhibition, Nick Cave requested: “…money earned on records, both publishing and record sales, should be used to have and maintain a small but adequate room or rooms that will serve as the “Nick Cave … Continue reading
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
Why hello there, proud patriotic Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? You’re NOT proud at all to be an American this year?! I know, I know. How DARE we even celebrate Independence Day? Look. Given these feel like our country’s last days, we better party now before the Supreme Court makes a decision on that too! … Continue reading