By: Devin McKinney

Gruesome tenderness, explosively joyful.

By: Devin McKinney

Observer and participant, experimenter and deceiver.

By: Devin McKinney

The hurt that makes every feeling a shade of pain.

By: Devin McKinney

A fearless (albeit biased) response to American madness.

By: Devin McKinney

She wrote subversive, morbid lesbian pulp.

By: Devin McKinney

He reveals the underside of the human mask.

By: Devin McKinney

His folk singing evinces a forward-staring stoicism.

By: Devin McKinney

Teleportation, luminous apparitions, torrents of frogs.

By: Devin McKinney

He spun sinister visions.

By: Devin McKinney

Devin McKinney on William Eggleston

By: Devin McKinney

Devin McKinney on Elvis

By: Devin McKinney

Devin McKinney on Akon.

By: Devin McKinney

Transmissions from a bleak ten-minutes-from-now future.

By: Devin McKinney

Devin McKinney on Parliament and Antony & The Johnsons

By: Devin McKinney

Devin McKinney on Derek McCormack’s THE HAUNTED HILLBILLY