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Nostalgia, Ultra: How the ‘90s killed the last 12 months

By Quark Henares | January 17, 2014 - 12:00am

Musical trends return every 20 years, we know this. The ‘80s had us sentimental for The Wonder Years, the ‘90s...

Young Star

Eraser head

By Igan D’Bayan | August 18, 2006 - 12:00am

The world is a crushingly ghastly place. And life is but a cocktail of malfunction, melancholy and despair. That is, if we are to believe Thom Yorke, the lead singer and lyricist of a chirpy, cheerful British band...

Young Star

Transformer

By Igan D’Bayan | April 17, 2006 - 12:00am

The very first book I ever bought with my own money (no, not counting colossal, ponderous textbooks required in school) was Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. I scrimped and saved just to buy that Bantam edition...

Arts and Culture

The aural wallpaper to emptiness

By Igan D’Bayan | July 11, 2003 - 12:00am

HAIL TO THE CREEPS A Radiohead album is the musical equivalent of Existential literature. Wait… That’s a pompous and pretentious way of putting it. Besides, this statement is unfair, considering that...

Young Star

Queen of pain revisited

By Igan D’Bayan | June 2, 2002 - 12:00am

Quick, somebody get this girl Madonna’s reinvention kit. Alanis Morissette is in the same dark funk we found her last.

Young Star

Queen of pain revisited

By Igan D’Bayan | June 1, 2002 - 12:00am

Quick, somebody get this girl Madonna’s reinvention kit. Alanis Morissette is in the same dark funk we found her last.

Young Star