The film embodies the idiosyncratic, tongue-in-cheek sensibilities of Ron and Russell Mael’s long-running cult American pop band.
Sparks is having a moment.
The representation of Cuba in cinema is exceptionally difficult to separate from its political context.
After Moon Safari, Air were (at least briefly) mandatory entry-level indie listening.
Lil Wayne’s voice makes him (I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again) the Stephen Malkmus of hip-hop.
Sparks is little known outside its circle of devotees, who are die-harder than Bruce Willis.
Both brilliant and frustrating, Hello Young Lovers is the kind of album that, for better or worse, demands a strong reaction.