Resident pop culture expert Uncle Jack gives us his unfiltered reaction to The Tortured Poets Department.

Soulful lyrics frequently accompanied by a melancholy twang, Lord Huron delivers mood enriching tunes.

A beverage so revolting that if you came across it while lost in the desert, you’d rather take your chances raw-dogging a cactus.

A movie forgotten for it's theatrical release is revealed to be a well made epic with real character depth in Ridley Scott's director's cut.

AN UNCOMFORTABLY WARM WELCOME TO HELL'S NEWEST CELEBRITY GUEST!

The Devil went down to Georgia. I mean Louisiana. Close enough.

The mainstream media is lying to us again and the woke left is drinking it up like organic kombucha.

The night I found myself in the lobby of a Courtyard Marriott, covered in hot dog relish, about to die.

The always topical Space Ghost has been lured out of his retirement with the promise of a Wawa platinum card.

I AM SURE YOU ENJOYED ANOTHER RAINY AND COLD WEEKEND WITH YOUR LITTLE ANGELS.

Now that I think on it, makes sense the car is red.

The unabridged guide to douchebaggery.

Prettay, prettaaay, prettaaaaay, pretty bad.

When you take an edible and watch The Oscars, movie pitches flow freer than a starlet's dress on the red carpet. You're welcome, Hollywood.

Heyyyyy it's me, dialogue from the 50's. I finally caught up to youz guys even though it don't fit good. HEYYYYY