Whatever gets the reissue noticed, though. I certainly wouldn't have given any passing glance to the excellent Purple Snow: Funk from Minneapolis collection without the Numero hype machine on blast.

You haven't lived until you've heard Mould play "Celebrated Summer" acoustic.

Payola came descended from the lush backdrop of the Laurel Canyon, clenched in one hand by winged cherubs busy cutting lines of premium Colombian with their adorable feet.

Yes, but Numero Group packaging and production values are so hi-q and lavish, i'm inclined to forgive their occasional hyperbole.

Dig! by Ondi Timoner was enthralling, if only for the magnetism of the main characters. And the willigness of the director to ingratiate herself in everyone's doings.

Any shoe backed by a philanthropic ethos, please.

Future youth still need future skewering.

Is that less-fortunate driver also at least 55% postconsumer recyclables?

So does Damon Albarn's. Where's the writeup, AV CLUB?

I think it's actually inspired casting. Distinctive look, distinctive voice. Works for me.

V. is my favorite Pynch. No substitutes.

nestled snugly between his dogeared copy of the Bhagavad Gita and a leatherbound folio of Pound's Cantos.

Just finished Ballard's "High Rise".

That was also the winning gameplan at the Battle of Inchon.

I came for the strudel, I stayed for the Amelie.

Have you tried tantric loginlogout?

Oh goody! - Pops

And your fedora, too!

This Dancing Jesus isn't dancing at blazing-fast DSL speed right now!

Seriously. Those are low-res GIF images up there.