Behind the Magnolia Curtain – Tav Falco’s Panther Burns

There are two types of Pitchfork Sunday Reviews: those that provide context for an already-known record and those which introduce a never-known one. In either case, there is a reason this has been part of my required weekly reading (and subsequent listening) for years now. This week’s review was an example of the latter, introducing a new-to-me album, a 1980s garage blues rock album reminiscent of rock and roll from thirty years prior. On my initial pass, I wasn’t a huge fan. The record was competent at making me consider classic rock and roll—Buddy Holly, Link Wray, Bill Haley—but ultimately, I would have rather listened to any of those artists instead. Musically, there were a few tracks which impressed me, but the vocals took me out of the experience, and I found myself wishing for more of the dirty, fuzzed out instrumentals. As an experiment in nostalgia, I found it interesting, but the novelty wore thin after some time. I will probably take songs from this record in doses, but I don’t see myself returning to the album as a whole in the near future.

Flesh - David Szalay

I used to enjoy stories about nihilistic, mundane characters, such as Holden Caulfield or William Stoner. Turns out, I still do! Istvan is the latest in that archetype for me, bouncing chaotically between affair and violence, never quite seeming to settle into a comfortable life. Even the moments where things do seem to be going right, there is always an atmosphere of unease. For a mostly bleak story, however, the pacing was incredibly quick, as so much narrative was told in rapid dialogue. There were bright spots, though. For one, the love Istvan felt for his wife was truly evident, even if his response to her fate was not handled well. The other was that Istvan's mother weaves her way throughout his life in ways that mostly went unnoticed by me, until the end. Of course that resonated with me, to the point that I went back and re-read the opening few paragraphs immediately after finishing. That Istvan was able to forge those two deep emotional connections amidst an otherwise gray existence was beautiful, inspiring, and, honestly, life-like. This was possibly my favorite ever Booker winner, though I would have to reconsider Shuggie Bain.

Men’s Needs, Women’s Needs, Whatever – The Cribs

I’ve been meaning to check out this band knowing Jeff Rosenstock name-checked them in one of his best songs. Anything Jeff endorses is good enough for me. As I do with such things, I work through in chronological order, so this is the third record of theirs I’ve listened to this week. This approach is proving to work for me, because each album is growing on me, naturally as the band’s sound evolves. I got the sense this was the big release for this band, so I was eager to get to it. It is the first one that has made me want to dive back in for another listen. I have to say, it sounds very “of its era,” but I mean that as a compliment. Thinking about the other records coming from the UK in the mid-00s, this feels perfectly in place. I’m still not ready to claim fandom for the group, but I haven’t hit anything that’s made me want to quit either. Incidentally, this is the first album of theirs where I can really hear a sense of the Rosenstock sound coming through.

URGH – Mandy, Indiana

I’m still quite mystified by the naming conventions of this band. How does a group from the UK land on my home state as their calling card? I suppose it is pleasant to say aloud, but it is an otherwise unremarkable place. That said, I wish the music spoke to me more than the name did. This is not the first album of theirs I’ve listened to; listening to the weekly Stereogum recommendation is part of my weekly routine, and I suspect that’s where I picked up the last one too. I can do some electronic and some glitch and some weird, but taken as a whole, the style is just not for me. It is hard for me to put myself in the mindset where I would be craving it. Far and away, my favorite bit is the Billy Woods feature. And the album cover! Honestly, its chaos perfectly suits the music, and I can get behind that.

Two People Exchanging Saliva (2024)

Every February, I find myself seeking out the easily-available short films on the Oscar list because it’s easy to take in one or two with my morning coffee. I spent the first two acts thinking this was an intriguing, if standard, dystopian story, which it is. Affection is grounds for capital punishment, and the economy has substituted literal slaps in the face for money. But I was surprised at how swept up I was in the romance by the third act. The mundanity of a taxi driver taking Angine to a dumping ground of nondescript coffins to search for her lost love was sad enough, but revisiting the scene on the stairs from Malaise’s birthday from another perspective was heartbreaking. The scant runtime of the format lends itself perfectly to how rapidly the events of the story begin, develop, and resolve. Also, a banner year so far for short films with on-the-nose character names, with this and the Jane Austen period piece.

3:10 to Yuma (1957)

I have vague memories of watching the remake of this film, probably around the time it released on DVD, with my parents in my basement growing up. Almost nothing has stuck with me almost twenty years later except, I believe, a train in a tunnel? At any rate, I watched the original, in my efforts to stay up to date on Criterion Collection releases. This was such an affecting film, with Evans’ supreme moral compass and an utmost need to care for his family. As he says goodbye to his wife and implores her to remember him with pride regardless of the outcome, a devastating climax feels inevitable. This makes the final escape sequence all the more tense. The joyousness of the escape, coupled with the rain finally beginning to fall feels totally hopeful. Not to be forgotten, the haunting main musical song will stick with me for a long time. I had read the ending was different between the original and the remake and my aforementioned lack of memories about it, so I read through a synopsis, despite there really being only one other outcome. Interestingly, despite being backwards, I would say I watched both of these at the right times in my life. I’m sure the emotion of the remake’s end resonated with me artistically then, but the sense of hope in this viewing original was exactly what I needed now.

Hazuki vs. Mei Seira (Stardom, 1/11/2026)

Stardom is one of those wrestling promotions I see all the time on best-of lists, always want to know more about, but don’t usually have the bandwidth to follow regularly. In fact, I can’t recall if I’ve ever seen either of these competitors before this match. So, without any of the storyline context or background knowledge, I can safely say: wow, this was a stiff match! Hazuki’s offense in the closing minutes was relentless, Seira looked completely exhausted at the final bell. The pure sound alone was bombastic enough to make this a must-watch match. On a related note, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a referee with such rigid, vigorous mat counts. Truly authoritative performance from the referee, outshone only by the intense, rapid action from the wrestlers themselves. The one-off matches of Stardom I catch never fail to disappoint, and I need to do that more often.

As an aside, I have to start thinking about where Korakuen Hall would land on a list of all-time venues. Like a Madison Square Garden, it is one of those places where the location lends to the stature of the event.