Rube Reviews

Miki Naoe is a shortwave radio player from Japan. Using this rather unconventional instrument, Naoe has created a true work of art with his latest full length album Solos. Split into two lengthy pieces Studio and Home, Solos starts off as what many would describe as regular radio static. The static doesn't stay around for long as short, harsh blasts of noise build up into a rhythmic dance of epic proportions. Screeches and high pitched tones start to speak to the listener in a foreign language only the performer can decipher. The skill of Miki Naoe really shines through and makes you wonder why there aren't more albums like this around? The second part of the album isn't as brutal as the first but still manages to pack a punch to the eardrums. Subdued, but still inventive, Home continues what we hear on the previous song with tones, static, and frequencies all battling it out for pride of place.  Ingenious and completely satisfying, Solos is already a contender for the best

by Ade Rowe   Experimentalism has always played a part in The Beatles recording methods. From the accidental guitar feedback at the start of 1964's I Feel Fine, to the white noise descent on the last three minutes of 1969's I Want You (She's So Heavy), The Beatles, along with their producer George Martin, constantly experimented with ways to push musical boundaries and break new ground in the recording studio. However, experimentalism in music wasn't a new creation that was birthed by The Beatles. There has always been a level of musical experimentalism existing in one form or another, The Beatles just injected it into popular music and thus created a new kind of sound. As far back as the 1910's, the futurist art movement, most notably, Italian painter Luigi Russolo, experimented with sounds and noises in the truest sense. Russolo wrote a manifesto entitled The Art of Noises, which posed the point that the future of composition laid within the industrial sounds and

Cierra G. Rowe July 9, 2018 I'm sure you've heard the cherry picked tale countless times before of ''man meets woman''. This tale is a bit different than the routine. Man not only met woman, but man eventually put that woman in a wood chipper.  The story of Helle Crafts is one of sadness and tragedy. I won't spoil the read for you because this is sure to be a salty snack for all of you True Crime fanatics. I will say, though, at times while flipping through the pages whilst munching on Pizza Hut's delicious pie, I felt as if I was there. As I sat on the couch feeling the pizza crumbs on my chin I thought to myself ''Has Pizza Hut changed their sauce?'' and then ''My goodness, that poor woman, her children, such pain.'' It felt so real, because it is real. As the suspense bloomed in my hands, page through page I witnessed the crime unfold. I felt the panic, I felt the night, I heard the machine eatin

Cierra G. Rowe June 22, 2018 This morning after sexually assaulting a hot mug of coffee and brutalizing a Dunkin' Donut I turned to my husband and said: ''Honey, I think I'm going to review that completely believable Janice Knowlton book today.'' To which he replied, while watering our plants: ''Hey babe you look hot and that's a great idea! Didn't you say that she committed suicide in 2004?'' Me: 'Yes this is correct. You're such a lovely gardener. Remember to water our freesias...'' >>>A perfect example of an embellished fabrication, much like this book.<<< Rarely am I ever left speechless after reading a book. Without exaggeration, this book and all of its heinous nightmares should have been bound by a straight jacket. Admittedly I am no stranger to the bizarre case of Elizabeth Short. Her name is familiar to many and echoes a strange song of doomed beauty, mystery and merciless slaughte

Cierra G. Rowe June 16, 2018 Well well. Isn't this a hot little '90s number. Nothing like raunchy nights of the elite to kick off a movie date, accompanied by Orville Redenbacher and Nicole Kidman's nipples.  You could say that Eyes Wide Shut is a cinematic cup of coffee donning a sexy off shoulder gown, with an animal printed g-string underneath. You could say that its characters sway under the lurid lights in houses of facades wrapped tightly in a society of esteemed vulgarities. It seems that the masks are present even before you tell the servants ''Fidelio''. While Alice waltzes around with an impeccably dressed creepazoid, giving him good looks that are sure to assist him in opening at least one of his eyes... While Dr. Bill is eyed like a juicy steak by young models, all over him like lanugo hair... and while they both engage in flirtatious, possibly encouraging behaviors during this dreamy, delectable party..... I observe

Cierra G. Rowe June 16, 2018 Orenthal James Simpson: A name sure to garnish frowns, insults and possibly shudders. Is this man a killer? Did this man have a hand in his wife and Ron Goldman's murders? I have no fucking idea but this book does a terrific job of convincing me of as much. I've perused the spectrum of conspiracies, from Jason Simpson, the raging knife wielding maniac to Glen Edward Rogers, the peculiar serial killer. The various theories are engrossing but leave more questions than answers.  The proof is in the pudding, so to speak. What sets this book aside from any number of theories regarding the crime is that the accused (OJ) puts himself (and ''Charlie'') at the site of the murder, covered in blood while holding the knife. In this book OJ speaks to us directly and through his words, he sets the scene.  -------------SPOILERS AHEAD------------- THE SCENE: Beginning at p.123 - An unfamiliar car parks a short way across t

Cierra G. Rowe June 14, 2018 I was quite excited to receive this particular book in the mail. As is the case with many of my books, I ordered it on impulse. Surprisingly, I had never heard of this title but once I laid eyes on it and skimmed through the brief summary, I knew that I had to have it. The binding was chic and simple, the title was intriguing and there were just enough pages to make me want to cop a feel. I was anxious to read all of the juicy details of Princess Diana's rousing life: her struggles, her experiences but above all, I was eager to read the truth. With a chilly glass of wine in one hand and Her True Story in the other, I began my trek through Diana's hectic world. As I read and sipped and read I became nauseated, not from the wine, the wine was delicious, but from the sheer amount of narcissism and slant heavily sprinkled throughout this turbulent diary of sorts. I was not prepared for how tedious and disappointing this book revealed itself