Moon Tooth

My gut is that this is the worst of Moon Tooth's 3 albums so far. It's not bad by any means; I've probably listened to it a dozen times already, and honestly it's fun as hell, lots of super rad lead guitar, interesting little bits popping up here and there like any good Moon Tooth collection. But there's something smoothed-over about it—I'd say that it was their most commercial, radio-friendly album so far, if hard rock radio was still a thing. Is it a thing? Maybe it is. But there's a rote verse-chorus-verse mood to all these songs that is sucking a bit of the adventurousness out of what is usually a totally freewheeling band.

At the same time, I get this feeling that this is going to be a case where, 3 years from now, I'll suddenly be calling this "secretly their best."

Five Hundred Bucks

This album somehow became an obsession of mine in the last week. First of all, A+ band name. Love it. Second, that cover art. It all works. Thirdly, they have some songs that sound so much like Green Day that I was actually taken aback at first. Put off, even; it's actually weird in 2022 to hear a band go deep into Green Day veneration. For as much pop punk is still out there in the world, it's actually rare to hear a band that makes you say, "Oh shit, that sounds like Green Day!"

But it wasn't the Green Day references that ultimately won me over, it was the Superchunk references. Because, like Superchunk's last decade of work, this is adult pop punk, written by adults and for adults. What I mean is they're not afraid of chords. Good songs, good vibes, performed like total pros. There's really very little to dislike here.


This is Warthog's 4th EP that's simply called Warthog. I'm pretty sure posting is this going to break my site. It already broke my iTunes library. But that's probably part of the plan for Warthog, because they are a spike studded steamroller powering forward with the intention of eviscerating everything in their path, even if it's just three songs at a time, once every four years. One of these days maybe they'll release a full length, call it Warthog, and finally stand in their rightful place atop the smoldering rubble of New York City.

Billy Woods

I haven't listened to all of this album yet. It might take me another year. But this is a Billy Woods album we're talking about, so that's actually a compliment. This man writes and he writes dense, and you don't exactly breeze through William Faulkner novels at the beach, yknow?

It's Time... To Rise From The Grave!

Every year lately it seems that there's one death metal album that becomes a surprise critical darling, embraced and championed in the wider music blog-o-world rather than just in dirty little metal circles. Blood Incantation maybe started the trend a few years ago, but after that we had Necrot, Tomb Mold, uh okay maybe those are the only ones. But 2022 is the year of Undeath.

The talk about Undeath is how funny they are. Like yes they're very serious and accomplished death metal musicians, but they're doing it all with a smirk and tongue in their cheeks. And I can see that I guess, in that death metal has a long history of bands trying to be as ridiculous as possible, and here it's mostly in the lyrical content. Even just the song titles: "Fiend For Corpses," "Head Splattered Seven Ways," "Human Chandelier." And the title of the album, It's Time... To Rise From The Grave!, places that ellipsis and exclamation point for maximum goofiness.

But the music is very serious, and it's very much good enough to become the annual death metal darling. I can't even get into that much detail about it, because really it's "just" death metal. They're not expanding its cosmic psych boundaries like Blood Incantation, they're not injecting mathy mania into it like Tomb Mold. They're just very good at making death metal music. The riffs are hooky brain nuggets, the solos are melodic and memorable and rad, it just comes together in ways that death metal bands always want to come together but usually miss an element or two. Much like the protagonist of "Fiend For Corpses," it goes down real smooth.

Turn It On!

Speaking of bands from Philadelphia...

Upon hearing the first song or two, I was totally smitten with this band. Power pop melodicism, Thin Lizzie guitar licks, pure energy, awesome. Then about halfway through, I realized they sounded exactly like Sheer Mag. Also, it should be noted, a Philadelphia band.

Ecstasies Of Never Ending Night

This album fucking rips so fucking hard. Black Metal horror with punk rock energy and NWOBHM licks. And most importantly: memorable hooks and genuine musicianship. There's this melding of black metal and punk that's been happening for a couple years (or has been happening since Venom existed, really), random bands from Belgium and wherever else popping up on Bandcamp mixing and matching but always recording to tape and photocopying their artwork to death—but this is the first time I've heard it really work. And it really, really works.

I just want to add, too, that this band is from Philadelphia. There's something going on in Philadelphia in the last few years. Like, if I see a band is from Philly, I'll be way more likely to give it a listen.

Pillow Queens
Leave the Light On

This album is good, but in the last year I've decided that In Waiting is actually one of my favorite albums of all time. So yeah, this isn't quite as good.

Walter Martin
The Bear

Walter Martin does it again. Although he doesn't do it quite as well as he did with Arts + Leisure, which remains one of my favorite albums of the last 10 years. Still. This guy.


Sludge prog. Love it.

Young Guv

GUVs ranked:

1. I
2. III
3. II

Nilufer Yanya

I don't understand Nilüfer Yanya. Even on the top level, what is that name? I understand she's part Turkish but raised in England, but something about her name, that umlaut floating there, just doesn't compute. Then you have her personal aesthetic, her fashion and style choices—it's very Gen Z, but doesn't really align with any one scene or genre. She looks like she could be a major label pop star, or a Bushwick barista, or a London fashion student, or anything else. That aligns with her album art, which also has a Gen Z art school throw-shit-at-the-wall-thing, like it could either be DIY indie rock or Chicago house remixes.

This all aligns with the music itself. Is it indie rock? Is it secretly major-label pop? Is it some lo-fi side project that's actually helmed by whoever works on Dua Lipa albums at their day job? It's kinda all of it at once. And her voice is so mercurial, hard to get any sense of. Recognizable, to an extent, in its tenor (literally), but listening to her sing gives me no idea about who she is, what she thinks, or what she's trying to say.

So Nilüfer Yanya is one ultimate example of the monogenre. The odd part is that I still enjoy her music. It's a mystery, but maybe there's something there to crack. What are any of the songs called? I don't know. How do any of the choruses go? I don't know. What's the deal with Nilüfer Yanya? Got me! But I think I'll keep listening.

Wild Lonliness

New Superchunk album! Guess what, it's great!

Faith No More
Angel Dust

I bought a used CD copy of Faith No More's Angel Dust tonight and I couldn't be more pleased. Something about this dumb-ass funk metal is just what the doctor ordered right now. It's a I didn't know that I needed this in my life situation.

I've been listening to more metal in recent years than I used to, and aside from Moon Tooth, I think I didn't realize how deathly humorless most of it is. Or if not humorless—I guess Eternal Champion has some amount of tongue in their cheek—than at least single-minded. It's all so focused on being heavy. Brutal. Uncompromising. And other adjectives. But this Faith No More album (I can't speak for their other albums at the moment)... it's fun! It goes in odd directions, it bounces and dances. They're not afraid to slap a bass or toss some keyboards into the mix. And Mike Patton—well, he can be a bit much. But he's doing things! I mean, it's barely even metal. I don't know what it is! Yeah it's palm muted E's on distorted guitars and full throat howling at times, but at other times it's Prince. Or Alice In Chains, or Randy Newman.

No idea how deep I'll go into Faith No More. Or if I'll even come back to this album a week from now. But seriously, as of this moment, this is everything I want to hear out of a band. And honestly it makes me wish more modern day metal bands would reach for Faith No More as a reference point. The entire genre would be better off for it.

Blood Incantation
Timewave Zero


Big Thief
Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You

There's 20 tracks on this album and they're all great. But none of them are as great as "Not."

Chun YangQueens
Toffee cheese foam cocoa latte

Best toffee cheese foam cocoa latte I've ever had.

Taiwanese pork chop sandwich

This place Partea (formerly Play Date, I don't know if the rebranding is a step up or down), is right in the heart of Flushing, and is basically an arcade that only contains claw machine games. I'm sure if you're into that thing it's probably pretty fun. But up front, they also serve bubble tea, and an assortment of fried chickeny things, and fries, and maybe some simple dumplings. I never thought much of this place walking by it, until one day they were advertising this new Taiwanese pork chop sandwich. Now, I'm sucker for a fried pork loin sandwich, which basically are impossible to find here, and I did once have a Tawainese pork chop (also in Flushing), and thought it was delicious. So yes, I was immediately interested. A few weeks later I was finally in the right place at the right time, so here we go!

You might notice above that I posted a picture of the advertisement, rather than the actual sandwich. This is because the actual sandwich I was served looked perfect. Exactly like the professional photo. It was remarkable really. And it tasted nearly as ideal. Subtle, not some extreme taste explosion, but just a really nicely marinated and seasoned pork, some five-spice flavor vibes, fried just about perfectly, topped with some cole slaw and that was it. Honestly, it was good enough that a restaurant could basically use it as the cornerstone product of the entire menu. Like "Omg you have to go to this new Taiwanese pork chop sandwich place!" The fact that it was just a new menu item at this place that sells boba tea and hosts claw machine parties is pretty wild.

Arepas CafeQueens
Arepas de pernil

I don't have a lot to say about Arepas Cafe, other than that it was excellent, and I want it on the record here for when the day comes 6 months from now that I'm putting together my best of the year list.

Although it's funny that, considering that my neighborhood is deeply and thoroughly Colombian, with 200 different places to get arepas, but it was this cafe in Astoria that really knocked my socks off.

Dallas BBQQueens
Barbecue ribs

If I asked you to name some iconic New York restaurants, we could all probably guess what might get listed. Katz's Deli. Russ & Daughters. Joe's Pizza. Momofuku. Shake Shack. Magnolia Bakery. Peter Luger.

But there's one place that, if you aren't from New York, I promise you didn't name, but if you've lived here for even a year or two, I could just as easily promise you did. And if you grew up here, it might actually be the first place on your list. Dallas BBQ.

Dallas BBQ is not a great barbecue joint. This isn't where you line up to get incredible platters of smoked brisket and sausage, nobody is about to even consider making an argument that it can compete with whatever other hometown barbecue joint you have in mind (such as, say, Hometown Barbecue down in Red Hook). Dallas BBQ is essentially Applebees. It's an affordable, big, loud, family-friendly sports bar-ish restaurant, which probably sells more chicken wings and margaritas every night than it does racks of ribs. There's about a dozen locations around the city, and as far as I can tell, it's solely a New York chain. And people love it.

And when I say "people," I mean people. Like, the actual "real" (scare quotes) New Yorkers that actually make up the majority of this city. Alec Baldwin has probably never been there. Your friend who lives in Bushwick has probably made fun of it in passing (although a fake Dallas BBQ lookalike was featured in Broad City as the location where Abbi and Ilana celebrate their anniversary every year, so it's possible your Bushwick friends once went there ironically). But for a ton of people in this city, Dallas BBQ is the place that you go for your son's birthday, or where you get drinks after a softball game, where your family goes after church, where you meet up with coworkers for happy hour every week, where teenagers can afford to go eat with friends on a Friday night. Like I said, it's Applebees. But as a friend of ours—a Queens native—put it: Dallas BBQ is for New Yorkers.

I'd usually jump in here and say, "And unlike Applebee's, it's actually good!" But honestly it's been so long since I've eaten at Applebees that I have no idea how that place holds up at this point in my life. Maybe it's fine?? But Dallas BBQ: yeah, it's actually pretty good!

Despite all my snark up there about Bushwick cool kids eating at Dallas BBQ ironically, I'd be lying if I said our visit there wasn't at least a little tongue in cheek. Like maybe 20%. But really it was just like, we felt like having some loud sports bar food, felt like going somewhere cheap and easy, and just said "Fuck it, let's actually go to Dallas BBQ and check it out!" I knew going in that they didn't actually have a ton of barbecue options. But I was slightly disappointed that the only ribs they offer are babyback ribs. Which, despite what Chili's would want you to think, are the crappiest cut of rib. Which is why Chilis and Applebees and Dallas serve them. They're cheap compared to spare ribs. But all things considered, these ribs were good! They were tender enough, not too fatty (I'm looking at you, Gentle Perch), and the sauce was tangy and had just enough personality that it didn't feel generic. I got a baked potato on the side, and it's pretty fucking hard to screw up a baked potato, so they nailed that too. Erin got some honey-lemon chicken which was fried, not smoked, which was disappointing, but still not too bad. And she also got a margarita the size of a tractor tire; almost everyone there seemed to have ordered a margarita the size of a tractor tire, I imagine that's mostly what keeps the place in business.

There's always talk and discussing and hemming and hawing about "real New Yorkers" versus transplants, locals versus tourists, rich versus mega-rich versus middle class versus poor. I don't want to say that Dallas BBQ is somehow in the center of it all bringing all those factions together—it's not that. But it absolutely is a place for "New Yorkers." Most people in this city aren't eating at Russ & Daughters every weekend. They can't afford Momofuku, probably haven't even heard of Balthazar or Eleven Madison Park, and absolutely don't care about whatever new hot pop-up is opening in Gowanus. But going to Dallas BBQ is the highlight of a lot of people's weeks. If you're ever in town, you absolutely don't need to go there, and I think there's something nice about that.

Soto le StelleQueens

This neapolitan pizza place in Sunnyside had a shocking amount of actual Italian people eating there. And not like New Yawk fuhgeddaboutit Italians, but like actual honest-to-god tracksuits-and-loafers-smoking-cigarettes-outside-the-restaurant Italians. Surprisingly good pizza too, but I guess I shoulda known.

Bahari EstiatorioQueens
Pastitsio, lamb chops

If you're gonna get Greek food, you should probably get it in Astoria. And if you're gonna get greek food in Astoria, you should probably get it at Taverna Kyclades.

I haven't had Taverna Kyclades, but Bahari Estiatorio was so good that I don't care. Meanwhile, have you had pastitsio? It's as good as it looks.

Korean BBQ

I look like a cool, cultured guy, right? You see me walking down the sidewalk and you say "Hey that looks like somebody who really knows his stuff, a real worldly look about that fellow! I bet he heats a lot of Korean barbecue!"

What if I told you I'd never actually eaten Korean barbecue! Well I hadn't! Never once!

Sure I've had plenty of Korean food in all sorts of other forms (duh, I mean I am pretty worldly), but the whole ordeal of sitting down, ordering some raw meat and cooking it over a grill on the table, that's just an experience that had always passed me by. The couple times I thought about it, I ended up taking a look at the menu and feeling my eyeballs turn into giant green dollar signs, so I passed on it. But last week something came together, and we decided to go do it.

There's a stretch of Queens just past Flushing that's basically nothing but Korean restaurants, for about a mile and a half. I'm sure people would call it "K Town" if there wasn't already a K Town in Manhattan (a sub-neighborhood whose designation as the main Korean hub of the city, compared to its Queens brethren, is laughable), so instead it's called "Murray Hill," which you might also notice is the name of another neighborhood in Manhattan, but let's not split hairs. Anyway, the amount and density of Korean BBQ restaurants in this stretch of Flushing is downright shocking, and nearly impossible to pick from. But luckily there was a great write-up from Pete Wells in the Times from a couple years ago that runs through all the best Korean spots in Queens, highlighting what each considers to be its specialty. And for kalbi (i.e. beef short ribs i.e. this is what you want to eat at a Korean BBQ), the place to go is Mapo.

I'll cut to the chase: the kalbi at Mapo was great. Basically flawless. So was everything else. And there was so much of it! The only problem: those green dollar signs. Through general confusion of never having gone to a Korean BBQ place (see: the first couple paragraphs), language barriers, and perhaps some amount of up-selling, we accidentally ordered 2 servings of the beef, which ran at $45 each. Which, I guess we should've seen coming, but it would've been nice had I known they were bringing us two, then I would've swapped the second kalbi for some other cut. But oh well, it was delicious, and they did all the grilling and cutting (or snipping, rather), so we didn't have to worry about embarrassing ourselves in a way that could actually injure somebody.

Mole enchiladas

These mole enchiladas were a delight, everything else at Juqula is a delight, and Juquila itself is a delight. What's so special about it? Nothing really. It's just a very standard Mexican family restaurant, in a neighborhood (or at least on the edge of one) with absolutely no shortage of Mexican restaurants. But something about Juquila is just nice. Nice and chill and fun but not too fun.

Troppo StrettoQueens
Italian hoagie

Troppo Stretto wasn't as good as it looked, but I just wanted to post about it anyway because when I was waiting for my sandwich two ambulances and some police officers showed up because they thought a kitchen worker cut his finger off. Turns out it was just a bad cut and the cops were very disappointed.

Jackson House DinerQueens

New York diners are a trip, man. The fact that I can go to a completely anonymous diner on a random street in nowheresville Jackson Heights, turn to page 9 of the menu, scan past the Belgian waffles and turkey clubs and chicken marsala and lobster alfredo and veggie burritos and sesame Asian salad and rice pilaf and seared salmon and homemade meatloaf and lasagna and London broil and fried scallops and veal parmigiana and challah French toast and pastrami ruebens and buffalo turkey burgers and end up in the Greek Specialties corner with souvlaki and moussaka and spanakopita and order a gyro and fries that's actually pretty good... They don't make any sense but I love all of them.

Elmhurst Famous PizzaQueens
Indo-Pak pizza

I was excited when I heard that one of my local pizza joints makes an "Indo-Pak" pizza—basically a heavy garlic-onion-jalepeno infused with some curry flavors. Makes sense given the dense South Asian population around the neighborhood, and I was extra excited considering how much I love Minneapolis' own Crescent Moon Football Pizza (which, granted, is Afghani and not Indian or Pakastani, but the general idea is the same).

The disappointment! Total bummer. Not necessarily in the concept of the pizza, but I think Elmhurst Famous Pizza maybe just kinda sucks. It felt like eating Pizza Hut or Dominoes, but not as carnally satisfying as either of those. Either way, not nearly as good as a Football Pizza. (Seriously. Are you in Minneapolis? Have you had a Football Pizza? Fucking do it.)

Izakaya FukuQueens
Skirt steak, yakiudon, karaage, spicy bamboo shoots

Ever have one of those meals where everything just hits? Especially at a small-plate kind of place, usually you can sit back and rank everything, maybe 3 dishes are good, 1 is great, maybe there's a dud in the bunch. But how often have you ever sat down, ordered a whole table of of things and every item fully exceeds your expectations?

Gao Ba DauQueens
Meatballs and vegetable rice

Gao Ba Dau, from what I can gather, does a Shanghai-specific version of what is essentially fast food. I walk by it fairly often when I'm in Flushing, and one this particular day, I saw the photos of meatballs on their menu, and it felt like a meatball day, so I popped in to give it a shot.

The meatballs were good! Like, for fast food—if I got them at a sit down place for twice the price, I would've been a little bummed. But I thought they were tasty, they came with some pickled radish (in a very fun but environmentally malignant stacking tray system!), and I was pretty well satisfied.

But the bigger takeaway from this place is the vegetable rice. Reading through some online reviews, it seems that "vegetable rice" is a classic Shanghai home-cooking kind of thing—something you whip up on a weekend night when you haven't had time to shop and are just trying to get rid of some veggies. But this rice was delicious! And strangely, what it reminded me of is the rice from when my mom would make chicken and rice as a kid—the kind where you basically empty some cream of mushroom soup into a pan of rice, but a quartered chicken on top, and bake it. I don't know what was actually in the rice, but it had that same savory salty pleasantness, and I could've just eaten a whole bowl of rice and radishes without even needing the meatballs.

Anyway they've got some other menu items that I want to try, so I'll probably be back at some point, even if the meatballs seem to be what people go there for. But also considering their mediocre online reviews and the fact that it almost always seems empty when I walk by, maybe I won't have much time. I might just have to find some other outlet for Shanghainese vegetable rice.