10.02.2018
Low
Double Negative

This new Low album is indeed the best Low album in a long time, but also isn't the paradigm shifting masterpiece that some people are making out to be. It's a real cool headfuck and a good listen while out for a walk late on a cool autumn night though.

09.14.2015
Low
Ones and Sixes

Easily the best Low album since The Great Destroyer. "I should be sleeping by your lonely side / instead of working on this song all night." /song ends. Damn.

05.04.2011
Low
C'mon

It's not bad, in the sense that no Low album will (or can) ever be bad, but C'mon does not excite me in the same way as The Great Destroyer or Sparhawk's recent Retribution Gospel Choir work. I have huge respect for their music and take pride in their Minnesota-ness, but on a fundamental, primal level, I think I just like Low better when they rock.

12.13.2018 - by Steve
Church Avenue Deli CorpBrooklyn
Bacon egg and cheese on a roll

There are two things you need to do to officially become a Real New Yorker. One, you have to carry around a New Yorker canvas tote bag. You know the one. Second, you have to eat a bacon egg and cheese sandwich from a local bodega. This second one, I finally did, at my local unnamed generic Deli & Grocery. (Their official legal name is Church Avenue Deli Corp, which is what it says in small letters in their window, so for the sake of keeping this music and food blog impeccably organized on the back end, that's what I'm calling it). It cost me $3 (exactly) and tasted like bacon egg and cheese on a roll (exactly). That's all I have to say about it.

12.13.2018 - by Steve
LakruanaStaten Island
Sri Lankan buffet

The entirety of the Twin Cities contains one Sri Lankan restaurant. And I say "Twin Cities" because it's not even in Minneapolis or St. Paul, it's down in a strip mall in the boonies of Rosemount. Rosemount! In fact I think I've reviewed it on this very site. It's good. But I can't really compare it to other Sri Lankan restaurants because, like you may have read in the first sentence of this very paragraph, there are no other Sri Lankan restaurants in Minnesota to compare it to.

Meanwhile, just across the Verrazano Narrows Bridge in cruddy old Staten Island—the dumbest borough—there are seven Sri Lankan restaurants to enjoy! That isn't to say that there are exponentially more in the rest of New York; Staten Island is actually home to a disproportionate percentage of the city's Sri Lankan population, therefore restaurants. And not just restaurants, but buffets! The most beloved of them—its presence whispered like fables amongst the intrepid food aesthetes of Brooklyn and Manhattan, rumors of spices and pastes unrivaled yet uneaten because how the fuck am I supposed to even get to Staten Island?—is Lakruana. An almost entirely inconspicuous place on the outside, just a Asian restaurant-y looking front door in the midst of electric supply stores and loose trash and who even knows what else, on the inside Lakruana is a fucking wonderland. Supposedly they've imported nearly everything in this place from Sri Lanka, from wire and rope chairs to wooden roof tiles, to cast iron pots with the buffet is actually served out of. I'd say the effect is "crazy" if that wasn't culturally xenophobic of me, so maybe I'll stick with "sensorially bounteous." Or rather, "It's a hoot." The food itself was quite good, because what little Sri Lankan food I've had is always quite good, and far richer and more varied than a lot of straight Indian food, but thinking back on it I don't really remember the details. But man was it a good trip to a Sunday buffet. I'd highly recommend checking it out if you have any idea how to get to Staten Island.