The Tragic Sacrifice of Titus Andronicus
Titus Andronicus never shy away from the epic, do they? The New Jersey sextet arrived on the punk scene in 2008 with an album whose reverberating lo-fi production lent it a semblance of vastness; two years later, they followed it up with “The Monitor,” a record that used the Civil War as a metaphor for anger, adolescence, angst, and all the failures of modern America.
“Everything Must Go,” Everything Must Stay
If you gave me the name of a song and asked me to recount the first time I heard it, I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you. That’s the case for nearly every song I know, even those which I identify as most integral to my development. But there’s one I remember distinctly. Sometime at the beginning of tenth grade, I put Manic Street Preachers’ “Australia” on my iPod.
Radio is Dead — Long Live Radio
The past decade hasn’t been kind to radio. The rise of digitized music — Spotify, Pandora and iTunes, among other innovators — has meant the decline of traditional FM radio across the country. And WYBC, Yale’s college radio station, has not been spared. “Nobody at this school owns an FM radio,” said Nick Henriquez ’16, »
Titus Andronicus at Appomattox
I know of no other record quite like “The Monitor.” Named after the Union’s first ironclad warship, the Titus Andronicus album loses itself in the infinitude of the Civil War, dives headfirst into American history and wades through our complicated memory.
When They Were Young
The Killers thrive on drama. Each of their songs carries an overwhelming sense of immediacy and doom, a fate from which their glitzy rock seems the only deliverance.
Fly On, Little Wing
There is a moment in “Mystery Train” when the author, Greil Marcus — the preeminent writer on the connections between music and American culture — pauses, looks around in bewilderment, and wonders why critics have never written about Jimi Hendrix’s “Little Wing” with the same intensity and passion as they have fawned over Dylan or the Beatles.
Folk-Rock and the Yarragh
I don’t really understand folk rock. It’s one of those quixotically modern flourishings, like the reappearance of full well-groomed beards and the curious renaissance of the veldskoen shoe, now known colloquially as the “desert boot.”
Getting Tangled Up in Blue
Despite the song’s sublime sound, its greatest strengths lie in its lyrics. Dylan is the modern Bard, and this is his masterpiece. His lyrics ramble from a tumultuous Brooklyn Heights to a seedy Midwestern strip club, from the Great North Woods all the way down the Mississippi to Delacroix, from the past to the present and back again, switching at whim between the first person and the third.
Battle of the Bands
I must confess — I am absolutely clueless at football games. It’s a game made for television, and without the benefits of instant replay and ultra-zoomed-in shots of the defensive line, I can barely tell where the ball is. I presume that my fellow students at the Game tomorrow afternoon will face the same problem. »
A Wealth of Musical Knowledge: Jon Pareles
If I thought everything was going to sound like it does now, why would I go on? I want to be surprised. And I think we want to be surprised; I think we as a species want to be surprised by music.
Christmas come early?
“There stands Jackson like a stone wall!” Thus spoke the Confederate soldier Barnard Bee at the First Battle of Bull Run. And just as Colonel Thomas Jackson stood firm at Manassas Junction, so does the New Haven Green Christmas Tree during the long months of November and December, the cold beginning of Winter Proper, the »
In Defense of Oasis
I remember standing at one of the high tables in my high school’s café, writing an essay with my headphones on. One of my friends came over and asked me what I was listening to. “Oasis,” I said. She screwed up her face a bit, and then laughed. “Isn’t that a bit childish, Noah?” She »