Tag: Chicago

Going Brown

There’s a saying about the debut album by the Velvet Underground, the ’67 Warhol/Eno/Reed concoction with the peeling-banana cover: that everyone who bought the record went on to start their own band. Silly, yes, but the lesson — that you don’t need gristle-free chops or a Conservatory degree […]

Reading Between the Lines

Like the singer/songwriter — a lank-haired warbler in patchouli-stained flannel — the artist/writer in comics is a very peculiar bird. Our logographer resembles a forked tongue, licking in two directions: to the left, where Staedtler crumbs and ink spills lie, and the right, to a boundless thicket of […]

Antagonistic Amusement

Now that the Matrix franchise has collapsed under its own hype and mystical mumbo-jumbo, it’s refreshing to see a well-executed cyberpunk tale in what is perhaps its ideal medium: the videogame. Because it’s not just about the style — the leather overcoats and the sunglasses — that shit […]