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Ha, this article reminded me of Ian MacKaye, too. Telling people to mellow out is one thing Ian would do when he was displeased with the crowd. Option B was to dive into the crowd and beat someone’s ass. Either way, the point was made. The man’s a national treasure.
no, all you gotta do is use your flash. actually bring a separate one, or one of those flashlights that are brighter than the sun. then you’ll get awesome pictures. the picture gets taken before the band squints and before they attack you with their guitars. I miss the good ol’ punk days. You take a picture, the band transforms you into a gurgling bloody mess in the corner.
Yeah, I’m shocked by this. This is a magazine sold to idiots in grocery store checkout aisles. It’s a list for people who actually have friends and get out of the basement. (God, I hate people like that….they don’t have a clue.) This seems more like a list of 100 albums everyone should hear for basic cultural and musical literacy.
Shitballs yeah!!! Hey, if the D-Plan can get back together for another album, is there hope for Ellen and Ben? These guys are one of the most hopeful bands I know, just hope I’m invited.
Seven Swans is my favorite, though I’d say there are performances on some of the Christmas albums that blow away anything else he’s done. Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing comes to mind. But anyway, must we really do a ten year anniversary notice for every marginally noteworthy album that rolls around? The anniversary of Raveonettes’ Chain Gang of Love is next month, isn’t it?
Here we go again with the Liz Phair Conundrum. I liked the ’03 album (I thought it was a good pop album, and there’s nothing wrong with that). The Indie world is full of such selfish shitheads who won’t permit anyone to be anything other than a projected image of indie awesomeness. I think it comes from insecurity (God forbid you admit you haven’t heard of [XXXXX] who’ve botten 7 listens on Spotify.) Lighten up. Listen to some Weird Al, you all know Like a Surgeon is the greatest song ever written.
I’m pretty sure this whole list was just mean to spark violently righteous indignation amongst the readers of websites like stereogum. Kind of juvenile, but hey, ’tis RS.
hell, I’ll take the kick drum from Levee any day of the week.
I love Air, but this was a little disappointing. They’re at their best when they cut through the prettiness with a little bit of quirk, like Sexy Boy (made ironic by the gorilla doll in the video!), or the whistling in Alpha Beta Gaga. This one felt a little phoned in….like the lads woke up one morning and thought, “hmmm what would Air do?”
About five years ago I was driving alone through the Mojave desert near Edwards AFB at night. It was so dark, all I could see was yellow lane marker flashing by and the stars above; with no external reference point, it felt like I was flying through space. And then, of the 20,000 or so songs on my iPod, the shuffler decided to play Soon. Despite all the people I’ve loved and the good times I’ve had with them, if there were one moment in my life I could call perfect, I think that might be it.