A beer bottle cap sails off the porch and glides toward Baker Beach far below. Videogame music and howls of trash talk waft downward, along with the odor of kerosene-doused...
It's been five long years since the Bay Area's favorite gruff-voiced MC last graced us with a new album. Lyrics Born's emphasis on quality over quantity pays off on Everywhere...
Title be damned, Thee Oh Sees' new album, The Master's Bedroom Is Worth Spending a Night In, finds the band bursting out of the boudoir. All but gone are the folky, lo-fi...
Not so very long ago, even longtime San Franciscans who heard the name "Dogpatch" would probably first think of the mythical hillbilly town in Al Capp's long-running comic...
Jason Segel is responsible for two of the most cringe-inducing, hands-in-front-of-your-face moments in the recent history of television, both of which occurred during the sole...
From the washed-out images to the twee voice-over (courtesy of director Stephen Walker), this British television documentary about the titular Massachusetts-based...
During George W. Bushs fourth term as president, the administrations desire for crises and predisposition toward fuck-ups leads to the creation of a zombie virus...
Quick, wake Pat Robertson from his afternoon nap: Feminism is about to become hip. Last year, two surveys of art from the bra-burning generation — "WACK! Art and the...
Rene Medina, the San Francisco entrepreneur whose most lucrative enterprise over the years has been Lucky Chances Casino in Colma, may be a convicted felon, but apparently he...
"It's not Alaska without the snow," sings Alexi Glickman on the opening title track of the Botticellis' debut album. He would know — there's something inescapably wintry...
Jon Avnet's cheesy new thriller, 88 Minutes, is 105 minutes long. Going in, I feared that 100 of them would be eaten up by Al Pacino chewing the furniture. Alas, it's worse...
There used to be a time when writers of dramas about Big Issues could get away with seeing the world in two colors: black and white. That's not to say that more complex...
How do emerging artists emerge? By any means necessary, including renting a building downtown and holding a great big party — which is what 24 master's candidates at San...
While thousands of San Franciscans were disappointed to miss the Olympic torch relay last week, SF Weekly managed to catch up with the torch — or Flame, as the aspiring...
There's no denying rock and all its bastard children existed before videogames, but more and more there's a feeling that music and electronics are locked in a developmental...
As Ye-Day approaches, one question looms large: Can any arena contain Kanye West's massive ego? The 20,000-seat HP Pavilion, where hip-hop's favorite college dropout plays...
Stop me if you've heard this one before: A lonely dwarf, a wisecracking Cuban American, and a grieving mother walk into each other's lives, laugh together, cry together, grow,...
Iceberger Gallery opened in February, and, as its name punnily implies, it's about the size of a meat locker. Its founders, Erica Freyberger and Ginelle Hustrulid, have been...
Woo-Woo Is a No-No Woo-woo is just a scam: Nobody really wants the services these people are providing [Free Parking for Sale," Feature, April 2], just as nobody wants Street...
It's easy to be conflicted about the Teenagers. Donning messy haircuts and oversize glasses, the Paris trio makes smarmy, jokey synth-pop that's part embarrassing and part...