A melancholy but cutting lament for consumer America and the myths it built (and still builds) for itself.

Swirling intertwined guitar figures envelop deconstructed pop structures creating a claustrophobic tension shattered by occasional breaks of light.

Excellent reading; often too rigidly opinionated and often completely wrong, but one of the best arts writers I've come accross; the writing on Pollock and the Abstract expressionists particularly is

A near perfect pop album, a summation of white commercial teen music from the 60s to present with all the childish arrogance, angst and vulgarity left in. Somewhere between cerebral+ teenybop-savant.

My favourite book. Comic, tragic and written with devastating irony

The only philosopher whose writing I read with the pleasure of reading fiction. Profound, elegant and still amazingly relevant.