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.
Ordinary People: Ty Segall, Cory Hanson, and the Search for the American Pastoral
Strange as it may sound, two of music’s heaviest rock acts also function as two of its most sincere folk revivalists. But is it really a revival act at all?
Innocent When You Meme: The Best Weird Internet Videos of 2016
Yeah, yeah, we get it. Beyoncé had a good year. But can we get on to the more important stuff now?
Preserving the First-Place Legacy of Leonard Cohen, A Man Forever Confined to Second
In a year overwhelmed with dramatic departures, the profundity of Leonard Cohen’s exit was a little washed over—and may have been all the more appropriate for it.
EZTV, “High in Place”
The Brooklyn power-pop trio have two albums to show for their two years of existence, and wouldn’t you know it, they’re currently batting a thousand.
Zen and the Art of Watching Tom Cruise Run
The current legacy of America’s most complicated movie star has long been defined by a YouTube clip of him jumping on a couch, but—praise Xenu—we finally have something to replace it.
PREMIERE: Ultimate Painting Serenades with a Live Version of “Song for Brian Jones,” Rest His Soul, in Pickathon’s Slab Sessions
The special session was recorded for the Oregon festival’s latest shebang, with the band touring in support of their excellent new LP, “Dusk.”
Take Us With You, Vin Scully
When the GOAT hangs it up this weekend, we’re losing a lot more than just a golden voice.
Dad Rock: The San Diego Padres Are Responsible for the Worst Sports Songs Ever Written
Yes, even worse than Scott Stapp’s Marlins song. Lord forgive the parents who squandered their children’s chance for a normal life by subjecting them to this stuff.
Mild High Club, “Skiptracing”
This is quite an achievement from someone who rhymes “all I wanna” with “marijuana.”
Putting Out the Fire with Gasoline: An Introduction to the Many Faces of Alex Cameron
A lounge act for the darkest recesses of your mind, Sydney’s latest (and greatest) musical export uses his Secretly Canadian debut to contort into a variety of shapes—none of which may be his own.