Quietly magisterial is one of many phrases one might use to describe the music of Mark Hollis, the recently deceased singer of the band Talk Talk.

A new biography by Philip Norman, ‘Slowhand: The Life and Music of Eric Clapton,’ dwells on the salacious details of one of our most beloved rock stars but doesn’t adequately celebrate his talent.

In ‘Thanks a Lot, Mr. Kibblewhite: My Story,’ the most sober member of one of rock and roll’s most legendary and destructive bands reflects on his in and out of the Who.

This 10-part series depicts the existential blind alleys and moral cul-de-sacs of a family not only devoid of religious faith but inextricably beholden to nominalism, the belief that truth is derived only from observable data.

Russell Kirk was so much more than a Cassandra ceaselessly caviling against Communism. To our great fortune, Kirk scoured the world’s great literature, philosophy, and political theory.

Some context is missing from the film, which portrays the informant as a Robin Hood figure of Detroit wronged by the feds.

Aye carumba! Someone in the ‘70s slipped something illicit in the chalice, and the flashbacks today for Roman Catholics like me are fierce.

In the wake of a somewhat unflattering Jann Wenner biography and two boneheaded exercises in journalism, Rolling Stone is mounting a full-court defense of its 50-year legacy.

Wonderfully acted, written, and directed, ‘Thank You for Your Service’ is the post-traumatic stress disorder movie that veterans of U.S. campaigns in Iraq and Afghanistan deserve.

While not perfect when viewed through the thick lenses of this long-time pop-music dork, it seems 10cc’s latest compilation is about as good as it’s ever going to get.

Maybe ‘The Young Pope’s’ emphasis on doctrinal purity sounds like a supervillain to those outside the Catholic faith and to more than a few still claiming membership in the church.

What distinguishes ‘Born to Run’ is all the familiar tales are told solely in Bruce Springsteen’s voice for the first time, and the new information gains from a consistent, first-person narrative.

David Bowie’s death is a greater tragedy because it occurred before he could recover artistically from the album that presaged it by two days—‘Blackstar.’

Rock star Frank Zappa perfectly captured what it is about television news that we all hate.