J.R. McConvey

Review: The Second Substance

While it’s poetic enough and creates a lush mood of grimy eroticism, leveraging Lardeux’s talent for capturing sensory detail, The Second Substance’s experimentalism wrestles with the musk of the overly familiar.

Review: Autonomy

A virus rampages, there’s a nuclear strike on Fargo and beer that costs $26. Autonomy is too canny to offer much hope. Some might call it cynical. But Victoria Hetherington writes with a clarity that is the mark of a truly fearless artist