Guide of FEAR
10 Reasons to be TERRIFIED This Halloween
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Christian Assholes: Some Folks Just Can't Wait for the Apocalypse
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I was headed for a place that sounded like a fairy tale
from then stories I had heard and what I had read about. A land where
everyone wears vintage threads; the main feature being extra small t-shirts
brandishing logos of random happenings like the annual barbecue in some
Adirondack youth summer camp. Ironic nothings. Don't forget accessories
like mesh trucker caps and aviator glasses that fit so well over that
intentional "I woke up with my hair looking like a rat's nest and
don't really give a fuck" hairdo.
Almost there. As the L train subway rumbled away from
Manhattan on its three-minute journey under the East River, I already
had a sense of what I would encounter on the surface: nearly one quarter
of the passengers were armed with ipods. Too cool to engage in the sights
and sounds of the banal existence everyone else lives.
The train stopped at the station. My girlfriend and I
surfaced and perused the mythical streets of Williamsburg. It was everything
I had heard; the highest concentration of artists in a given geographic
area in the entire world. Rivers of creative juice ebb and flow beneath
these denizens' fashionable exteriors. Bands like Interpol are borne
from this vibrant yet dumpy looking pocket of Brooklyn.
On the new album, Antics, Interpol reflect the cutting
edge of indie rock trends forged in artistic enclaves like Williamsburg.
They blend an almost perfect stew of retro-modern sounds, the most apparent
being dreary post-punk hymns owing credit to Joy Division and their
followers. This, blended with ethereal, psychedelic space rock sounds
of the British shoegazer bands of yore (what some would refer to as
post-OK Computer rock), and a glazing of the dancy grooves employed
by trendy new wave revival bands.
So here we have it, Interpol, a hybrid of everything that
can be classified as "cool," doing what they do best on Antics,
their sophomore effort, packaged more upbeat this time around. The incessant
gloom of their previous go around, Turn on the Bright lights, turned
me off to them at first-I had had it with post-shoegaze knockoffs at
the time, retreating to the bright corners of jangly indie-pop. I later
discovered these guys weren't so bad after giving this album a few listens.
Now I am constantly playing it.
The big surprise is the opening track, "Next Exit,"
a mellow, soulful track with an organ riff serving as its centerpiece,
showing their bright side. The second track, "Evil," opens
with a Pixies-style bassline and progresses into the record's typical
medley of trebly chords and over-reverbed leads. From the third track
on, the listener is treated to funky, yet somewhat experimental basslines,
bleeding into a collection of songs that provides decent fodder for
your local neighborhood hipster dance party and equally double as appropriate
anthems for when your psycho significant other gives you the boot.
While Antics offers nothing new to the meting pot of popular
music, it does straddle the edge of what some may consider avant-garde.
If you are one of those rock purists who dismiss indie-rock fused with
trendoid, new-wavy style, you can skip this one over and opt to listen
to Back In Black for the 8,000th time already. For the rest, give it
a try and you will have something to bust shitty dance moves to while
trying to get into the pants of some faux-scenester chick at the next
lame-ass dance party.
The New Danger
The long-awaited sophomore solo project by Mos Def is
as rich musically as it is dynamic. As a fan, I wondered if The New
Danger was going to merit the kind of love I have for Black on Both
Sides, Mos' debut solo project. With my mind on so many other issues,
I wondered if I was listening to the new Mos Def with open ears or just
halfway-because I'm single again, Superman and Rodney Dangerfield passed
away, the Buffalo Bills suck, and there's no NHL season. The only bright
spot is the New York Yankees are about to get to the World Series, but
with the way things are going these days the Boston Red Sox will come
back and steal the AL title and go on win the World Series. Wouldn't
Anyway, I listened to The New Danger and found it to be
interesting. Mos Def showcases his singing talent, which,
by the way, isn't worthy of a spot on the next "American Idol,"
and lays down tracks with his rock band (Black Jack Johnson) that would
appeal more to the alternative rock crowd. But don't freak out people,
Mos does have actual hip hop tracks on this album, with production from
Kanye West, Minnesota, and Mos himself.
This album is 18 tracks long and leaves no genre behind.
It's a nice project but I hate to think what Mos would have done if
this was a 24-track disc. My guess is he'd kick a rhyme with Yanni over
a John Tesh track. My favorite tracks on this album are "Boogie
Man Song," "Sex, Love & Money," "The Panties,"
"Modern Marvel," "Life is Real," and "The Rape
Over," where Def rips the now infamous Nas diss track by Jay Z
entitled "The Take Over." On your first listen to The New
Danger you will go through various emotions. It starts off nice as your
senses begin to embrace a little soul-singing Mos, then you get a shock
to your system as the sounds of Black Jack Johnson scream out of the
speakers. That's where the anger and disbelief sets in and you say to
yourself "that moviemaking motherfucker just robbed me." But
later on in the album your "rap rage" settles down and Mos
Def is that emcee we've come to respect. Now, opinions vary about this
album: DeBug says it sucks, Covert isn't feeling it, and cats like Ajent
O, Tone X, Concept, DJ Lo Pro, and myself like it. Overall I give The
New Danger 3.5 out 5 tomatoes.
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looking forward to this election like we'd look forward to a hemorrhoidectomy.
That's because George Bush is probably going to win. He's either going
to win outright and Kerry will humbly concede, or he's going to rig
or steal it in a squeaker, resulting in Kerry and the Democrats putting
up a meek fight before humbly conceding. The electorate, at least
those that were so passionate about anybody-but-Bush, will cry, whine
a lot, accept it, lick their wounds and crawl back into their cubicles
of prefabricated contentment, preferring to get an early start on
their Christmas shopping.
10 Reasons to be TERRIFIED This Halloween
The Supreme Court.
Not only could this body again determine the outcome of this election
by a widely scorned 5-4 vote based on indefensible logic, but if Bush
stays in power he'll get the chance to ensure a religious right majority
for decades-say goodbye to Roe v Wade. Chief Justice Rehnquist is
about to go down, and if Kerry wins, that means a chance to tip the
scales in favor of reason.
Christian Assholes Matt
brings out the inner Mazes and Monsters fanatic in the fundamentalist
Christian like a war. Times of peace and prosperity are, for the deep
believer, relative fallow periods, where all the drama of existence
is confined to shouting matches at P.T.A. meetings and pseudonymous
requests for sexual advice in whispered late-night phone calls to
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Frankly, we're speechless. What haven't we already said about Erie
County's fiscal meltdown under Don Joel Giambra? The Tobacco Settlement
money's long gone (except for the debt we owe on the loans against
the payoff), ECMC's been sold and mortgaged for over a $100 million,
and the county still faces a $130 million deficit. Didn't this guy
just get re-elected? What the hell are you people thinking?
Talk With Sam Hoyt
Hoyt caught my attention during the Democratic primary for the 144th
NY Assembly District. During that race, Hoyt, a 12-year incumbent
in the post, faced Joe Golombek, a Buffalo City Councilman. The race
was very close, with Golombek launching an intense campaign backed
by a number of people, including County Executive Joel Giambra. Hoyt
managed to take the nomination, almost assuredly locking a victory
in the Democrat-heavy 144th.
'em Enough Pink Ribbon to Hang Themselves
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of cancer care centers. No conflict of interest there! All TV, radio,
and print media regarding Breast Cancer Awareness Month are paid for
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