Logan K. Young is the Editor in Chief at Classicalite.com. ALBUMS: Body/Head, Coming Apart (Matador) Lonnie Holley, Keeping a Record of It (Dust to Digital) Because Oxford American needs to see him. Wolf Eyes, No Answer: Lower Floors (De Stijl) Richard Youngs, Summer Through My Mind (Ba Da Bing!) Because Ba Da Bing! captured him […]

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Logan K. Young is a former contributor to Drawer B, who managed to stir up his fair amount of shit while in residence. He’s now moved on to bigger and better things, including being a fellow for 11th annual USC Annenberg/Getty Arts Journalism Program. Unsurprisingly, a few of his best album choices are a tad […]

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Logan K. Young is a music critic, who lends his proverbial pen to myriad online publications, including the esteemed Trouser Press. His application to the Heavenly Kingdom will most assuredly be flagged but not for the following lists: Top 10 Albums 1. Bon Iver, Bon Iver (Jagjaguwar) 2. Lou Reed & Metallica, Lulu (Warner Bros.) […]

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Renaissance man of all that is unholy, Logan K. Young is master manipulator of ringtones, turns of phrase, and the sexually undecided. He has once again graced Drawer B with his top ten albums of the year:

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Unless you’re some Peter Pan-like freak, the bands you loved as a kid, hopefully, aren’t the artists you adore today that is, after pimples, after trigonometry and most certainly post your “first time.” Granted, life – and to a certain extant, music itself – was a helluva lot simpler then. You liked what you liked […]

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Lisa Marie Presley, Alexandra (and the other one) Richards, Charlotte Gainsbourg, and if I’ve had enough Red Bull and vodkas, maybe even Rufus Wainwright – there’s something hot and mildly Freudian about wanting to bang the offspring of rock ‘n’ roll royalty. In a way, through some sort of ovarian osmosis, it’s like metaphysically doing […]

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If you stay up late enough, you’re bound to see some crazy ass shit on cable – guaranteed. Needless to say (but I’ll say anyways because, like Eric Cartman, I do what I want), I thought I was in some sort of domestic beer-induced haze when I caught this spectacle on FX recently. Behold the […]

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