The Pixies brought Boston Calling to a powerful close, and artists like The Avett Brothers, alt-j, and Alabama Shakes will pick up the gauntlet this coming September.
Though perhaps not as enormous as the crowd that had turned out for Beck and though some of the teenage girls seemed to have left, an impressively large crowd remained at City Hall Plaza into the night to hear My Morning Jacket’s last few songs.
Boston Calling certainly operates at a smaller scale than more famous festivals with longer pedigrees—it only ever brings in a couple of artists as big as Beck—but it has a great deal to recommend it beyond its convenience for locals.
Despite the novelty of Lelaina E. Vogel ’15's "Hamlet," its success was based on elements it might have shared with any other production. Certainly, the trappings and accoutrements of a show are significant, but, in this case, it was the cast who ultimately made the performance.
How can Don Draper, someone so manifestly flawed, manage still to be so engaging, so likeable?
To Pimp a Butterfly” is artistically exquisite and emotionally profound— Kendrick Lamar is not simply a rapper but an artist of the highest caliber.
“The Blacker the Berry,” the second single off Lamar’s as-of-yet untitled third album, reverses the infectious optimism and self-love of “i” to deal with hatred within the black community in a way that is equal parts brutal and compelling.
"Better Call Saul" shares cinematographic and thematic elements with "Breaking Bad" but still manages to be its own show as it explores the origins of sleazy lawyer Saul Goodman.
“Vulnicura” finds a place in Björk’s impressive body of work in much the same way—it is emblematic of her individual style, and yet it goes even farther than her earlier work in its unified sound.
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“I speak for I think many people in the audience when I say, ‘Yes, we’re back to the lesbians,’” began author Emily M. Danforth during her conversation with fellow queer author Sarah Waters at the Brattle Theatre on September 18.
Lewis’s folksy vocals, clever writing, and upbeat instrumentation have come together magnificently to create an album equal parts emotionally affecting and irresistibly fun.
Though “Frog Music” will not necessarily help Donoghue win the Nobel Prize in Literature, she has still created an absolutely successful period mystery.
Excise all that is science fiction from “Strange Bodies” and it might become a somewhat respectable, albeit boring, book; as is, it succeeds only on the small scale of sentences and largely fails as a cohesive work.
E. L. Doctorow cares little for the division between art and science in his twelfth novel, the frankly titled “Andrew’s Brain," and in fact manages to craft a novel that becomes poetic proof of the artistry inherent in the pursuit of science.