Welcome to Bay of the Living Dead, a regular column about the horror genre. The column returns after a two month hiatus. Glad to be back! Few filmmakers can match the stunning visual beauty of Mario Bava, the Italian auteur who made a number of horror films in Italy during the 1960s

Gogol Bordello never stays in the same place for long. Bandleader Eugene Hütz started to hear the songs of Seekers and Finders as he shuttled back and forth between three continents, and the nine-piece ensemble developed and refined them on the road. From its inception, Gogol Bordello has been a

When you turn on your weather station and hear that a storm is projected to hit your city this upcoming week, do you feel content knowing you’ve instilled the right preparation — or do you frantically begin to look for ways to safeguard your house at the last second instead?

By Nevin Long A crowd numbering in the hundreds gathered in the atrium of the Ed Roberts Campus in South Berkeley on Saturday to discuss the fight against the closure of Alta Bates Hospital. Officials from at least four municipalities, including Berkeley, Oakland, Albany and El Cerrito, and the state of

By Chris DeJohn Mississippi, Chicago, Texas, Kansas City, and even Louisiana enjoy more association with the blues than the West Coast — but the art form holds a long, deep history in Oakland, California. Legendary singer, songwriter, guitarist and former long-time proprietor of The Boom Boom Room in San Francisco,

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE!   Welcome to, “We ate it, so you don’t have to.” By now, we should all know that Taco Bell’s answer to Mexicanizing something is to add nacho cheese sauce to it.

By Erin Carini I saw “Molly’s Game” at Shattuck Cinemas in downtown Berkeley. True to their website claims, the theater shows an “eclectic mix of Hollywood favorites, foreign language cinema and independent film.” The pretty extensive food menu and cocktails served from the Lot 68 Lounge lobby bar, in real

Guy-who-ripped-off-a-woman’s-shirt, Justin Timberlake, is asked back to play this year’s Super Bowl halftime show, but the woman whose shirt he ripped off has been blacklisted from the U.S. music industry completely. In an egregious example of male privilege and victim-blaming that could only happen in Donald Trump’s America, the guy