Articles by Nate Rogers
Why Aren’t You Listening to Ringo Starr’s Country Album from 1970?
The most slept-on Beatles solo album was also one of the first—and likely the most off-the-cuff, too.
Haddonfield, Revisited: John Carpenter’s Walk Back to “Halloween,” Forty Years Later
What many consider the scariest movie ever made started as a casual idea tossed out to a young filmmaker who understood the terror inherent within our own homes. That filmmaker also knew how to play the synthesizer.
All the Ugly Sunglasses in “Mission: Impossible 2,” Ranked
*flips hair out of eyes while rock-climbing*
It’s Time to Talk About the Awful Use of “Comfortably Numb” in that Sex Scene in “The Departed”
Movie: good. Van Morrison singing Pink Floyd while Leo takes his shirt off: bad.
100 Percent Happy: Courtney Barnett Is Letting It All Go
Courtney Barnett has been building quite the home for herself in our cultural pantheon. But she needs a place for her cat to stay, too.
Khruangbin, “Con Todo El Mundo”
Now that every new release is considered to be a potential protest album of some kind, “Con Todo El Mundo” has arrived wonderfully devoid of any superfluous meaning.
A Eulogy for Ultimate Painting, One of Indie Rock’s Most Underappreciated Talents
The London duo should’ve become an institution. But with their final album supposedly scrapped, they’re at risk of becoming a footnote.
A Case-by-Case Legal History of Radiohead
Oh, so you’re such a big fan now? Name three of their lawsuits.
Sinziana Velicescu’s Peripheral World
Rather than avoiding the ordinary details of our landscape, the LA photographer is focusing on them—and abstracting them into something new.
The Coppolas, Ranked
Oscars, Schmoscars. We’ve got the real winners of the family right here.
All the Band Shirts Worn by the Baby Anarchist in “GLOW,” Ranked
Ready, steady, go.
FYF Fest Still Isn’t Coachella (And That’s a Good Thing)
Headliners were a story, as always, but they weren’t the story out of the fest’s inaugural three-day run at Expo Park.
Non-Negotiable Casting Suggestions for Quentin Tarantino’s Manson Movie
Crank up the Beach Boys, baby: it’s time to figure this thing out.
In an age of army-sized writing teams crushing any sense of person on most major label releases, Lorde exists as a disarmingly legitimate personality.
Does Ed from Radiohead Only Sing His Own Name? An Investigative Report
Not all fan theories are garbage.
Woods, “Love Is Love”
If the critique of Woods is that they don’t shake things up enough, here is a definitive example to the contrary.
Mountain to Sound: The Returning Peaks and Hidden Valleys of Spoon
For a songwriter known for his inability to write a bad song, it’s easy to forget that Britt Daniel was once pushed to the brink. And whether he wants to or not, on “Hot Thoughts,” his group is bridging back to the beginning.
“Hang” feels like a dramatic work in eight parts—a vaudeville act about Hollywood and the bastardized Manifest Destiny that it’s created.