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Clarifications, Communications, Corrections, Complaints and the Cold Truth

[Mp3.com] seem to go out of their way to mislead the gullible and stupid by encouraging "payola" and jockeying for position on their meaningless charts. Look, the top 40 charts, the real charts, are as fake, bought and paid for as Donald Trump's wives.

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Serge Gainsbourg: Intoxicated Man

His elegant mono-drone sounded alternately sinister and sensual -- imagine a lecherous French Leonard Cohen huskily exhaling toxic sweet nothings in your ear.

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Cue Cat's Coming After You

The question is how are we going to hide from the information?

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Racist Darwinism?

Gill described creationists as "loopy."

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So Long You Prick

"Keep the faith. Strive for excellence. Fight for the right."

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He Talks to Rainbows: Joey Ramone in the Garden of Serenity

I have but one aching regret: I wish I could have had the opportunity to vigorously shake his hand, give him a great big ol' bear hug, and profusely thank him from the bottom of my heart for the numerous years of spirited pleasure his voice has provided my ears.

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I Wanna Be Sedated: Punk Rock Loses a Leader

Joey Ramone
1951-2001

Joey Ramone, lead singer of the Ramones, died Sunday, April 15, in a New York City hospital where he was being treated for lymphoma. He was 49 years old.

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Imperfect Crime

Let's face it, for every site with downloadable music worth visiting regularly, there are...a hundred? A thousand? A million?...sites that, while their creators almost certainly mean well, just aren't worthwhile.

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Eating Shit: Women Need Not Apply

Guaranteed salary.

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Perfect Crime

Those freak-mutants among us now have a far superior avenue for finding out about the music we're actually interested in, as opposed to the constant stream of pabulum streaming from any radio.

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New Reviews!

Check out the more than 250 new record reviews in our recent reviews section.

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Drunk and Bowling in Las Vegas: Tales from the Third Annual DIY Bowling Tournament

Brian Archer of Fat threw himself into the rope in something between a drunken stumble and a Huntington Beach strut, then crashed down the line, barely in control. The clubbers shirked away, stunned. They didn't know that this was the eve of the third annual DIY Bowling Tournament.

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