I’m Emily Colucci and I, like John Waters, love everything bad about America. Is this some sort of Trash Lovers Anonymous meeting? Maybe. In reality, perhaps that’s what Filthy Dreams has always been! Of course, the trash aesthetic is one of the main pillars of this website, dearest readers, as we repeatedly attempt to define … Continue reading
Xiu Xiu is fun. I know fun isn’t likely the right word; playful is closer. Yet, I enjoy the cognitive dissonance of using the word “fun” to describe a band that has, since its aughts genesis, plumbed the depths of trauma, depravity, shame basements, and the morbid mixture of sheer abrasiveness and tightly wound near-nervous … Continue reading
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds’ new album Wild God opens like a kick to the head. Not exactly like Nick’s pointy-toed Chelsea boot punt to an audience member’s face as captured in The Birthday Party’s 1982 live performance of “Release the Bats” but not as far from it as one might expect for a … Continue reading
“Don’t wanna be a bossy bottom!” This line from the song “Bow Tie Eater” made me cackle during my first listen to Geneva Jacuzzi’s new album Triple Fire, released by Dais Records. It wasn’t just the reference to a power-tripping sub or the welcome shock of needy “Give me love” desire and in-heat grooves after … Continue reading
Chrystabell and David Lynch’s new album Cellophane Memories may be one of the worst albums I’ve ever heard—or the best. Either way, as a work of art, I’m certain it’s some sort of genius. I make the distinction here between an album and art because Cellophane Memories, released last week by Sacred Bones Records, is … Continue reading
A shakily drawn, Occult-like circle ripped from that possessed videotape in The Ring flashed ominously before transitioning into a montage of country-fried American Gothic scenes: a woman in short overalls walks down a red dirt path, rides in the back of a pickup truck on an empty road, stares into the fluffy blue-clouded sky, and … Continue reading
Happy Pride! Dust off those disco balls and polish your favorite yellow patent leather shoes. It’s time for yet another installment of our Pride music playlists! Previous Pride playlist editions included odes to crime, to mommy issues, and to tired old queens. This year, after gawking at Pride-themed CPAP decorations, we realized it is time … Continue reading
What is the last really good song about eating box? No, not Harry Styles’s “Watermelon Sugar,” the earworm bane of every easy listening-scored shopping experience. For me, I have to reach way back to those sleazy 1990s for some cunnilingus classics: Madonna’s “Where Life Begins” and Lil’ Kim’s “Not Tonight.” Yet, while Kim’s insistent chorus, … Continue reading
I’ve only visited Los Angeles once despite frequently returning to its sprawling noir imagery in some of my most beloved films and music. Yet, none of these—not even our Lady of Southern California, Lana Del Rey, or the master of its surreal seedy underbelly, David Lynch—has ever truly articulated my experience of contemporary Los Angeles. … Continue reading
Millennial band Vampire Weekend’s song “Mary Boone,” the eighth track off their recently released album Only God Was Above Us, has me reveling in nostalgia for and reliving the trauma of the ‘80s in New York. It’s surprising, considering that band members Ezra Koenig, Chris Baio, and Chris Tomson were only born in the mid-‘80s. … Continue reading