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(04/07/05 4:00am)
Phoenix has a problem with sound check, and I don't speak French. Lead singer Thomas Mars turns to the engineer on his right, points at his microphone, then waves his hand in an upward motion. He can't hear himself sing. Phoenix's own sound man, in a giant maroon sweater, approaches stage front of Philadelphia's Theater of Living Arts. More French.
(02/17/05 5:00am)
Overrated. This term is most often uttered in one of two situations. Situation one: A new band is getting an incredible amount of press for their debut album. Critics call the band "overrated" by listing all the bands that they rip off. Situation two: A universally-acclaimed band such as the Beatles is mentioned in conversation. Music snob looks at unsuspecting victim and proceeds to explain to him/her why the Beatles are "overrated" in order to establish music snob as a person of highly distinguished taste and not one of the masses. Later in the day, music snob realizes he has no girlfriend, no money and a head full of useless knowledge. He is spotted crying alone in a room full of vinyls.
(02/03/05 5:00am)
Ka-ching is a pleasing sound to all disc golfers," says Tournament Director Tom Snyder. He's referring to the noise his disc just made as it landed in hole two of the Sedgley Woods Disc Golf Course in northern Philadelphia. For a disc golfer, the sound is equivalent to the 'clunk' a golf ball makes as it drops into a hole, and the satisfaction is much the same. Snyder is visibly delighted as he collects his frisbee and moves to the next hole.
(02/03/05 5:00am)
Record of the year
(01/20/05 5:00am)
Posters reading "Life is random" lined the walls of last Wednesday's Macworld expo as Steve Jobs and Apple unveiled their newest product in the ubiquitous iPod genealogy. The iPod shuffle is Apple's first step into the world of flash-based mp3 players, a move that many people believed Apple would never make. Clearly, dominating the realm of hard drive-based players was not enough.
(10/07/04 4:00am)
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(09/30/04 4:00am)
The Compass
(09/16/04 4:00am)
Whatever happened to actually accomplishing something before reaching celebrity status? Whatever happened to the milkman, the paperboy, evening TV? Back in the childhood glory days of summer, I could pour a glass of Donald Duck orange juice and curl up in front of the welcome rotation of Perfect Strangers, Full House and the canine-population weary Bob Barker. These shows were built on that other premise, or at least the one lacking a collection of volatile strangers in a house with cameras rolling.
(01/29/04 5:00am)
You were hanging out on St. Catherine Street?" Hamelin replies when Street mentions our encounter with a Chilean prostitute in Montreal. "That's what all Americans come here to do. They're all shit-faced on St. Catherine Street, in and out of strip clubs."
(10/30/03 5:00am)
They have me on a short leash here," Cedric Bixler says as he tugs on his microphone cord for extra slack. The Mars Volta has just finished "Roulette Dares," the explosive opening to their set. This will be one of the few pauses in the two-hour set, a monstrous armada of pulsating bliss. Omar Rodriguez's wailing guitar blends perfectly with Cedric's squelching voice, as he rants mindlessly about exoskeletons and nooses. Bixler treats his microphone like a wand, as it magically loops and wiggles to and from his hands. He glides around stage as though he is prog-rock's Michael Jackson. Rodriguez has a swagger of his own, a move reminiscent of Randal's waddle in Clerks.
(09/11/03 4:00am)
Saunter down good ol' Locust Walk just a little further west than normal and you'll come upon a rather nondescript palace of taste bud heaven.
(04/24/03 4:00am)
Something wonderful is brewing in the garages of New York. With the recent success of The Strokes and Interpol, NYC has become a haven for a new wave of rockers. The next band with expectations for fame is the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Relying on a five song EP that's been floating around for over a year, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs have created a buzz louder than the killer bees.
Known for their non-stop riotous live show, lead singer Karen O. prances around stage like a dolphin on ecstasy, begging comparisons to Joan Jett. Just as impressive is her howl of a voice, a loveable screech. Backing her is Brian Chase's drumming and Nick Zinner's wall-thrashing guitar. No wonder the punk-rock revival world is drooling in anticipation over the release of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's LP debut.
(04/17/03 4:00am)
The White Stripes weren't kidding around when they titled their latest album. Elephant hits like a stampede of blues-injected garage rock, ready to rip and wrangle at the same time. Those few unlucky people who haven't heard of the White Stripes should prepare for their musical cubicle to be torn down. Hailing from Detroit, Meg and Jack White spill gutsy vocals over Zeppelin-esque riffs to create anthems that many five-piece bands aren't capable of delivering.
Elephant doesn't stray too far from the formula of the previous three albums, although the album is heavier than 2001's White Blood Cells. This may or may not be welcome news, since White Blood Cells enticed critics into proclaiming the White Stripes as the band that would save rock and roll. The opening seconds of Elephant suggest there is no reason to think otherwise, as "Seven Nation Army" pounds away. "I Want To Be The Boy To Warm Your Mother's Heart" and "The Air Near My Fingers" find just the right blend of lovely melodies and shredding guitar to catch the listener humming along. Another standout track is "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself," where Jack and Meg infuse energy into a Burt Bacharach/Hal David cover. Meg takes reign of the lead vocals on "In the Cold, Cold, Night," a beautiful pause from the strain of Jack's voice.
In the end, the White Stripes prove once again that you don't have to be a name-dropping pop star to make a hit these days. Recorded on an eight-track in just a few weeks in London, this is one Elephant that isn't afraid of mice.
(04/10/03 4:00am)
Just as Phantom Planet might forever be known as "that band with the guy from Rushmore in it," Boomkat could see the same fate. Probably best known for her roles in Britney Spears' Crossroads and Eminem's 8 Mile, Taryn Manning teams up with brother Kellin to layer throaty vocals over psychedelic samples and quirky guitar riffs.