We Reviewed Some of October's Best Music
From Jenny Hval's latest album, 'Blood Bitch,' to alto saxophonist Steve Lehman's avant-garde jazz and hip-hop inspired 'Sélébéyone,' we took a listen to this month's best new albums.
An Exhaustive and Possibly Misinformed Review of the Pixel, Phone by Google
Is it better than the iPhone? Yeah. But also, no. Maybe?
What Your Favourite Snapchat Filter Says About Who You Are as a Human Being
What it means if you're still using the crying filter or popping off those flower crown snaps with nary a care in the world.
October's Best Books, Albums, Film, and TV
We reviewed Kristin Dombek's latest book, Donald Glover's refreshingly off-kilter series, a newly-released Kenji Mizoguchi film, and more.
We Asked People to Review Us as Friends to Find Out How Awful We Are
"Your worst trait is that your honesty has no filter. It's funny sometimes, but I didn't like it when you called my face 'featureless'."
Frozen Lasagne Has Filled the Gaping Hole Inside of Me
The focus of my review column this week is frozen lasagne, which can be brilliant and only occasionally underwhelming.
I Ate €40-Worth of Ice Cream and Now I Hate Myself
My editors set out to humiliate me and make me physically ill by ordering me to go to an ice cream truck in Brooklyn and eat everything. I ended up face down in a gutter with sprinkles and ice cream allover my face and clothes.
Frozen Breakfast Food Is Not the Breakfast of Champions
Reviewing frozen breakfast food taught me that it's surprisingly easy to destroy what should be the easiest and tastiest meal of the day.
Enter the Indian Food Party Inside My Mouth
Welcome back to Nick Gazin's Frozen Food Reviews. This week, let's get into the pinnacle of frozen perfection: Indian food.
Nick Gazin's Frozen Food Reviews: Four Fish Finger Dinners, One Sad Man
One man's quest to test his supermarket's fish fingers – or "fish sticks", as Americans have decided to call them.
We Asked Our Exes What It Was Like to Date Us
"The rare times you let your guard down and stopped acting like a fuckboi were what kept me coming back."
I Went to See The Libertines in Nottingham to See if They Still Mean Anything in the Age of Thinkpiece Pop
The rakish idealistic boys of yesteryear have become the portly realistic men of today.