LA Weekly

Doug Harvey

Tim Hawkinson’s Überorgan at the Getty

After several years of scandal and shakeup, a transcendent display of intestinal fortitude. Too bad it ever had to come down.

Maher Shalal Hash Baz: L’Autre Cap (K Records)

My new favorite band, replacing TVOTR. Japanese ex–noise musicians with a euphonium player found on a construction site or something, singing rickety pop songs in Japanese and fractured English, mostly derived from the Old Testament. Helped me survive the death of my greyhounds.

TV on the Radio at the Fonda Music Box

Met and exceeded my expectations. My ears and heart were ringing for a week.

Outsider Music Trilogy

Process Media books scored a hat trick with long-overdue biographical studies of institutionalized 13th-floor elevator operator Roky Erikson, blind street-Viking composer Moondog and L.A.’s own Father Yod, the Source Family and YaHoWha 13.

“Mark Dutcher: Shelf Life”

This knockout midcareer survey should have been at some place like the Santa Monica Museum (instead of Huntington Beach) because it was the most formally dazzling and uplifting museum-painting show in L.A. this year — and hardly anyone saw it.

Elvis Studio: Elvis Road  (Buenaventura Press)

A minutely detailed 25-foot-long neo-Boschian cartoon scroll by Swiss collaborators Xavier Robel and Helge Reumann — nauseating, terrifying, beautiful. Awesome nursery mural.

Museum of Jurassic Technology: “Russian Eclipse”

The third installment in Mr. Wilson’s series of Russophiliac sort-of documentaries, this as-yet-unfinished gem details the heartbreaking collapse of the early Soviet astrophysics community through supersaturated heart-putting-back-together slo-mo landscape footage and voice-over. Can’t wait for the time-travel section to be finished.

Sublime Frequencies Releases

I haven’t heard all the ’07 releases from this avant-punk ethnomusicological label, but I will. Weird Latin American psych, vintage Thai pop, minimalist Brazilian outlaw funk, spirit-possession pop from Myanmar, Syrian Jihadi techno — so much great stuff out there for us to protect!

Jimbo Doll (Yoe! Studio)

C’mon — an action figure of Gary Panter’s kilted punk Candide? Perfect post-apocalyptic training toy for the wee ones. Assuming they already have handguns.

O Lucky Man (Warner Home Video)

Speaking of Candide…. The middle installment of Lindsay Anderson’s Mick Travis (Malcolm McDowell) trilogy is a sprawling Bildungsroman for the blown minds and crushed blossoms of 1973, featuring a great, brilliantly
integrated soundtrack by Alan Price and a remarkable balance of dreamlike mythic recursivity and incisive (and sadly still relevant) political satire. Sometimes self-indulgence is just the ticket. Finally out on bargain-priced double DVD!

The Reverend Ethan Acres: Sacred Heart 350

Rev. Acres bailed on the art world for Alabama over a year ago, where he’s been fixing up an old church and preaching the Word. Out of the blue he shows up two weeks ago with this exquisite actual-size replica of a V-8 engine constructed from stained glass, dumps it at Patricia Faure’s, and heads back south for the holidays. Comeback of the year!

Holly Myers

“Gordon Matta-Clark: You Are the Measure” at MOCA

Every once in a while, you come across a show that seems to reset some internal gauge, that sweeps away the trivial and reminds you of what art can — and should — really do. This was that sort of show for me.

“WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution” at MOCA

This one goes without saying: a long-due tribute to the generation that made so much possible, as important for the talk it generated and the host of complementary exhibitions it inspired as for the work it actually showcased.

“The Arts in Latin America, 1492–1820” at LACMA

Surely one of the heaviest exhibitions to come through town this year, and worth every pound: a big show about a big (and terribly bloody) subject, admirably orchestrated and dazzling to behold.

“Eden’s Edge: Fifteen L.A. Artists” at the Hammer

If anyone needed another reason to esteem the Hammer, here it is: a thoughtful, sensitive, sensual group show celebrating 15 of L.A.’s best and brightest.

“El Anatsui: Gawu” at the Fowler

The best show this year that no one I know seemed to actually see (though I hope that’s an inaccurate sample). El Anatsui, like Matta-Clark, is the real thing, making art from what’s there, about what’s there, with stunning concision.

Charles Ray at Regen Projects

It’s hard to say what could make a show that consists of nothing but a life-size, knothole-for-knothole, carved reproduction of a tree stump so thoroughly enchanting, but this one surely was.

Lari Pittman at Regen Projects

What Lari Pittman achieves within the space of a single canvas puts 95 percent of his dilettantish, post-object, media-hopping young counterparts to shame.

“Nicole Eisenmann: A Show Born of Fear” at Susanne Vielmetter Los Angeles Projects

I’m not sure it’s possible for an artist to be genuinely “transgressive” anymore, but Eisenmann comes awfully close, in part because she’s so damned earnest — not to mention really funny.

“Birth of the Cool: California Art, Culture, and Design” at Midcentury (Orange County Museum of Art)

One of the most tightly conceived, handsomely executed exhibitions of recent memory — a show that comes to more than the sum of its parts, with an excellent catalog to boot.

Vija Celmins at the Hammer

Work so focused, concentrated and devoid of nonsense that it was almost unnerving to look upon.