Titus Andronicus: The Monitor

Colin Hanks spends most of the young-author-wish-fulfillment comedy Orange County whining about how he’ll never be one of the greats if he doesn’t escape his bourgeois hometown, until he’s told that “every good writer has a conflicted relationship with the place where he grew up—Joyce, Faulkner, Tolstoy.” While his tastes skew more toward Shakespeare and Camus, it’s easy to see Titus Andronicus frontman Patrick Stickles appreciating this bridging of the highbrow and lowbrow. After all, Stickles and his bandmates spent much of their debut album, The Airing Of Grievances, bashing out sloppy “fuck this town” anthems with titles that give equal billing to a Renaissance master, gonzo journalism, and a made-for-TV apocalypse—bridges more absurd than a trio of literary icons being name-dropped by an MTV-produced Jack Black vehicle. On its follow-up, The Monitor, Titus Andronicus turns to even more disparate sources, forming its sprawling screeds around Faulkner’s deepest well of inspiration: The American Civil War.