Arts & Entertainment

Party Animal

I'm not a metalhead, and as I pushed my way through the bearded and pierced attendees of last Thursday's Andrew W.K.

by JOHN CARROLL

Country Grammar

Remember that song "Ugly" that had you "throwin' 'bows" at the party and wishing you were from Hicktown, Georgia?

by MAWUSE ZIEGBE

If you want to sing out, sing out

There is something difficult about watching an actor who was once pretty good starring in a vehicle which is almost patently bad.

by YONA SILVERMAN

Bump and Grind

Nicholas Payton gets more ass than Wilt Chamberlain -- on one of his better days. And it's not as though this classically trained trumpet player is keeping it a secret.

by WILLIAM BECKERMAN

Mortal Sinners

Ah, the memories... I remember my first step into punk when I heard MXPX covering "Summer of '69." I thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Since then, I have ditched Christian pop-punk, and so has MXPX on their new LP, Before Everything and After. That may not be a good thing in their case.

by MITCH MANGER

Review: Dickie Roberts

David Spade gets the shaft. Maybe it's because he came of age with the last SNL cast to actually do something with their lives -- Chris Rock may never be Bill Cosby, but he'd beat Horatio Sans in any laugh-off know to man.

by 34TH STREET

Freeeeedom!

You could make a drinking game out of all the different Scottish inventions. Golf. Adhesive postage stamps.

by TAMMY FERTIG

I'm not Velma, really

David Spade sat down with Street at the Four Seasons last week to talk about his new movie --in which he actually acts--occasionally. What was it like working with child actors on a film that's basically about how being a child actor screws you up? It's funny because I wanted them to be in the movie and I was like "I play, like, a loser - do you wanna come play yourself as a loser?" But they had a good sense of humor about it.

by YONA SILVERMAN

Dressy For Successy

Attention, indie head-bobbers! Dressy Bessy's self-titled album, their third release, is one of the catchiest albums of the year.

by JOHN CARROLL

Fall Music Preview

Dave Matthews, Some Devil, September 23 (RCA) Choosing to leave the band out of his name and album, Dave Matthews embarks on the tricky path of creating a solo album.

by ZACH SMITH

The hair, my God the hair!

Robert Rodriguez knows what he is doing, whether it be as director, producer, editor, or one of the many other titles he takes on in his latest and final installment of the "El Mariachi" trilogy.

by EUGENIA SALVO

American cheese

American Wedding is our generation's ultimate love story: the marriage of a pervert and his nymphomaniac lover.

by ABBY NATELSON

Crazy Japanese pseduo-porn

Eh. You'd expect something different than what you get from a film about the Japanese porn industry titled Bastoni - The Stick Handlers. Come on, The Stick Handlers? This should have been a Porky's-type film that, instead of a de facto softcore porn, was actually porn mixed with comedy. Instead, we get a movie that is actually rather a sad story.

by DANIEL MCQUADE

C'mon, feel the angst

For the music snob, the first concert occupies a sacred space. Whether awful or amazing, we remember that first show, be it grooving to New Kids on the Block or sitting with your parents, suffering through a James Taylor set.

by ROSS CLARK

Dismemberment disbanded

Every advertisement was billing it as the Dismemberment Plan's last show ever but when lead singer Travis Morrison walked on stage after Engine Down's serviceable opening set, he set the record straight on the "big fat lie." Turns out that the Plan had one more show, in their hometown of Washington, D.C.

by JOHN CARROLL

Kelly, where are you?

I knew little to nothing about The Used before writing this review. I knew lead singer Bert McCracken dated Kelly Osborne and throws up on stage, or something like that.

by DANIEL MCQUADE

Time to relapse

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Fuck Nirvana. Credit where credit is due, the real impetus for the alt-rock revolution of the early 1990's wasn't Seattle and Nirvana.

by ALEX KOPPELMAN

Guilty Pleasure

It's time to face facts: I'm hopelessly addicted to chick flicks. As emasculating and pathetic as that sounds, I really do think it has left me with some insight into the fairer sex.

by 34TH STREET

Guilty pleasure

Oh man, this one's bad. To you, Linkin Park may be just another top 40 Nu-Metal act, fodder for Y-100.

by 34TH STREET

Weathering the storm

Sure, they lay their dark vocals over sugary pop music, but Guster's true appeal lies in their percussionist, Brian "Thundergod" Rosenworcel.

by JOHN CARROLL

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