A discussion about science fiction, public restroom etiquette, and dance music.
Articles by Lior Phillips
Here’s a band that knows how to write a sharply crafted pop song.
Red-hot blues, punk, and rock ‘n’ roll riffs that might leave a little heartburn.
Nothing is subtle about the gaudy exhibitionist. Nothing.
Marches to the beat of its own nine-armed drummer.
The ones that left you perplexed in the aisles.
Making up for all those forgotten years.
Why you’ll hear Vampire Weekend, The Boss, and Neil Diamond playing in our kitchens.
Sometimes the best cure for modern media anxiety is to rebel and unplug.
A solo album fated to be forgotten in favor of his more memorable Hot Chip output.
The Hot Chip frontman explains his insatiable need for music.
A grand, divisive shrine to the quirky filmmaker.