In Chicago’s Avondale neighborhood, nestled into one of the fastest growing blocks of the city, is Sleeping Village, a relatively new bar and music venue. Like many of Chicago’s club-sized
There’s always something a little bittersweet in the air on the final day of Riot Fest (granted it could be all the collective body odor and/or weed smoke, but, talking
The Flaming Lips and Sean Lennon teamed up for Beatles Week.
True to its title, The Terror is indeed a woozy fright of a record, one long song in nine parts, like a padlocked dream with no beginning or end. Yet where 2009’s elaborate Embryonic offered the occasional break and variation, The Terror provides no such escape. Its tempo creeps along at little more than a crawl, underscoring a level of unsettlement never quite felt from a Flaming Lips record, and that’s saying something. Imagine a venomous cousin of The Soft Bulletin’s “Spiderbite Song,” and you’re getting close.