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Captain Spork
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You make anonymous posts on the internet, critiquing other people. Do you expect us to take you seriously or not consider you a cowardly douchebag?
Methinks Wayne needs to make sure he has enough oxygen in that giant hamster ball.
Man, Saturday really sucks. I hope there are some good parties that night.
Seemed to me they had to play the song double-time to get it in before the credits rolled.
I know, right! I can’t believe a bilingual band from Montreal who use French in their songs and who have a documentary shot by guys from France would have the gall to give that documentary a French title. If only, for your sake, they’d used phonetic English or, better yet, pictograms! Pretentious, indeed.
The Web Sheriff response is obviously automated, since the album art was never posted on this site. When does he get charged and fined as a spammer?
I think that is the best performance I’ve seen from them. Very tight overall and Ezra’s vocals were as good, if not better, than they are on the album.
That reinforces my man-crush on Kele. I hope Chryde bought them a beer afterward.
They were a fun band to photograph…lots of acrobatics and mugging for the camera, but I can’t say I’ve listened to them on purpose (other than three songs at the concert) in a very long time.
If Page and Jones just want to cash in, they should release Guitar Hero: Led Zeppelin and forgo the travesty of touring without Plant and the real Bonham.
I saw Crystal Antlers at SXSW last year. They are the real deal.
Following the naming convention of his first two albums, shouldn’t this one be called “Parents’ Basement” or, in keeping with the 80s theme, “9 to 5″?
The NY Times will, for Bono’s issues, use special paper made from African trees clear-cut to make way for food production and biofuel crops. So, you see, his writing an op-ed column is fighting both poverty and the energy crisis.
I’ll be going as King Khan or Tim Harrington. That way, I’ll have an excuse for being a shirtless, sweaty guy with my belly hanging low over the waistline of my too-tight tights.
Other than the whole “almost dying” part, he’s got a great icebreaker at parties and a pretty awesome scar. Glad he’s OK.