By: Dan Fox

The song was a top-notch comedy classic, a work of formal perfection.

By: James Parker

I was 11; I was at an all-boys boarding school in Suffolk, England.

By: Mimi Lipson

“Sex Bomb” was a party I wanted to get to.

By: Joshua Glenn

Our summer series on punk songs c. 1974–1983 begins…

By: Lisa Jane Persky

As quickly as we glean the gist it is more and less forgotten.

By: Sara Ryan

“The only industry left on our planet was the manufacturing of spaceships!”

By: Carolyn Kellogg

They just talk to each other, with the vast desert landscape as backdrop.

By: Karinne Keithley Syers

The precision of every visible movement, nothing naturalistic, not even the breathing.

By: Gary Panter

The mission’s leader is the scariest monster in the movie.

By: Rob Walker

The point of the huge lie is protecting an idea of truth.

By: William Nericcio

A lurid, Vonnegut-esque dissection of the America to come.

By: Lucy Sante

Weaponry, war between sexes, television culture, moral decay, and of course advertising…

By: Mark Kingwell

Every kid I knew had a favourite Thunderbird.

By: Devin McKinney

The machines are our friends. They want to help.

By: Chris Lanier

The tinny smallness of the IKARIE XB-1 acquires an urgent poignancy.