A strange yet intoxicating trip that calls to mind Radiohead’s recent albums. And you can’t blame Momus for the obscurity, since Karie wrote most of the lyrics.
A seductive mix of folk, pop, piano, and electronica, it’s probably the one contemporary French pop disc to be released this year that the late Serge Gainsbourg would have appreciated.
This is one seedy film. The style has real grunge to it, and the images and sounds are literally splashed out. This is the kind of film that sticks with you for a few days no matter how hard you scrub.
Anchor Bay recently released a stellar double-DVD package featuring two tough-to-find full-length Hulk specials from the live-action television series.
12 videos, of which only two could be called standard storyboarded productions, the rest live in the studio, live lip-synching, live collages, or truly live.
There is debate as to whether or not this triumvirate of albums (Pornography, Disintegration, and Bloodflowers) was an intended trilogy, or a coincidence.
All the videos, of course, as well as a whole slew of TV appearances, along with two scrapbooks, and a brief documentary. For Jam geeks, it’s a necessity.
Cronenberg keeps the audience guessing, taking us in and out of Spider’s mind, throwing flashbacks that only truly fall into place during a second viewing.