NoFX are lazy. NoFX are untalented. NoFX are pretty much sell-outs. NoFX are awful live. NoFX should have hung it up years ago.
Punk's angriest unitarians drop their first major label release, and somewhere in Wisconsin some 14 year old kid is calling them sellouts on an internet board.
FINALLY! An Interpol record that doesn't suck! Shit, this isn't Interpol? That explains that little mystery.
With Bring It Back, Mates of State do just that, they bring back the sound that we've been missing out on since Team Boo hit shelves a couple of years ago. Was the wait worth it? Do trees have leaves?
As soon as I heard that the Toadies were getting back together for a reunion show, I was stoked. I could hardly wait to see them. Sherri/Me/Jason/Marya were all lucky to have seen their farewell show back in September of '01. Surprisingly I got a call from Jason last month asking if we'd like to join them for the Toadies "reunion" show. To which I responded: "Balls!"
The monarchs of 'sad-bastard music' (thank you Nick Hornby for the single greatest genre title of all-time) have returned with another album to make you feel good about feeling bad. Does it measure up against their extensive, majestic catalog of previous releases? Does the Pope live in the forest? Did Colonel Mustard kill Mrs. Plum in the study with a candlestick? Can I make a mildly appropriate cultural reference?
I would very much like to steal a joke from Josh, but I'm pretty sure he'd punch me in the face if I did, so instead I'll just mention that “Foxfire” is a fantastic movie for a couple of reasons. Take from that what you will, but if you're into the way Jenny Lewis makes you feel, you know, down there, you'll like “Foxfire”, too.
Fifteen songs in just under half of an hour. And we're not dealing with a stepped up 4/4 time signature, either. How much greatness can Dave and Joseph manage to pack in to such a short collection of songs? More than you can shake a stick at!
2035hrs. When doors are supposed to open at 2100hrs and you're the only one standing at the door waiting to get in, it's only natural that you start to wonder as to whether or not the concert is still going down. If it hadn't been for the dulcet tones of the obligatory sound check, I might have given up and gone home. I don't think I'd ever been so glad to hear off-key guitars being tuned in my life...
Are they the embodiment of the promise that 'the next big thing' was always supposed to deliver on? Setting a record for albums sold in the first week by a debut artist in the UK would seem to indicate that the Arctic Monkeys might just be the band that breaks the indie scene wide-open and delivers it unto the big-time. Then again, England was always a little...well, you know.