Jerry Seinfeld: 23 Hours to Kill
Jerry Seinfeld’s opening jokes in this new standup special feel so much more wistful than they must have when the show was filmed in October, long before everyone started quarantining. It’s about the hassles of going to a show, being with friends, and going out (only to look forward to going home). Ah, those were the days, when going to a show could be considered a pain in the neck! Seinfeld, in comically agitated mode, scrambles through a range of topics, from Pop-Tarts to buffets to talking versus texting. The first half of the show is a little underwhelming, but when Seinfeld starts zeroing in on relationship quirks, that's where "23 Hours" kills. He jokes about his wife's complaints that he's yelling when he insists he's not. He has a funny bit about how women are forever asking questions, and another one comparing raising a kid to growing a pet alligator in a bathtub. This isn't Seinfeld's best standup special, but it certainly has enough amusing material to be worth a watch.
— Kristina Dorsey
Ed O'Brien, who might in less than charitable fashion be thought of as one of the guys in Radiohead not named Thom Yorke or Jonny Greenwood, reinforces the anonymity by releasing his debut album, "Earth," under the acronymic EOB tag. Subtle but effective — which is an apt description for the work itself. Clever, that EOB. The best part of this record — anchored in a hypnotic flow that doesn't preclude electronic pulse and sculpted structures ("Shagri-La," "Olympik," "Brasil") or slow tides of lulling acoustic guitar or lush keys ("Mass," "Cloak of the Night," "Sail On," Long Time Coming") — is just the pleasant consistency of melodic and thoughtful songcraft. Don't look back, Jonny and Thom. EOB might be gaining on you.
— Rick Koster
Living in a Ghost Town
The Rolling Stones
It's odd to think, relatively speaking, how little attention this new single received. Granted, the world is in a pandemic — and, yes, the lyrics and title reflect the situation — but it just goes to show you that time moves on. A lot of age-appropriate Stones fans are shopping for retirement communities, and a lot of younger folks who've heard of the band probably think it was founded by Paul McCartney and Roger Daltrey. In any case, it's the first new RS song in eight years. Reportedly written in 2019 and then lyrically adapted by Jagger to fit the current health crisis, "Living in a Ghost Town" has a seductive, two-chord, nod-out groove you might find at 4 a.m. in an after-hours bar in Jamaica. If we can all get behind the contemporary urge to be snippily politically correct — Jagger bemoans the difficulty of having rich-person fun with all the virus restrictions — the truth is that it's a pretty catchy and instantly identifiable Stones tune.
— Rick Koster
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