

There is a sense of physical enormity to the 1994 album Glass Giant, by Speculum Fight, that I’m not quite sure how to account for.
the initiatory process of editing NTTN began in the lowest desert, dead middle of sweltering summer, the hottest in a month of Sundays.
I honestly pine for wet rot. I admit it. At this point, we’re so far past decay.
The freaked-out, bored, alienated observations of the Beautiful Boy looking out on his suburban purgatory.
An imminently depressing, short, contemplative piece of empty, alien-world-wandering SF.
An attempt to locate a distinctly feminine “non-tyranical monstrosity” in Ted K’s life and work