This week has been a blur for me, thanks to a stupefying number of hours at work. If questioned without any external references, I’d have no idea what I wrote for Spectrum Culture. Luckily, I can scroll through the site and find out. Of course, I may have already forgotten about The Numbers Station by now under just about any circumstances. I presume this may be the film that sets John Cusack to considering nabbing himself a short-season cable series.

On the music side, I reviewed the new album from the Black Angels. It’s fine, but I found very little to say about it. I always find it tough when I draw an album because I like an artist’s previous work, only to find that the new outing is a carbon copy of that previous work. I want to simply type out some version of “To know what it’s like, listen earlier.” As a rule, though, we prefer reviews to be wordier than that. I obliged.