Your turn...
― Debs, Sunday, 16 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Stereolab's Sound Dust -- the High Llamas have rarely sounded better.
Jay-Z's The Blueprint -- "Get out of my way. Kiss my feet. I'm god."
― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 16 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Sorry I can't get rid of overblown epithets...
― Simon, Sunday, 16 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Derek Smalls, Sunday, 16 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dickon Edwards, Sunday, 16 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dickon Edwards, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Eurydices almost lost in Manhattan , finds Orpheous , returns.
― anthony, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
indie whingers discover dance we laugh they are still moaning
― Andrew L, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Melissa W, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dr. C, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― M. Matos, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh, what a surprise Emily's got a new band Does this one exist? (The answer is unusually yes- hurrah. Although I have vowed to only play live and never release a record- hurrah says everyone else.)
― emil.y, Monday, 17 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dleone, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Robin Carmody, Tuesday, 18 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The Dismemberment Plan, _Emergency & I_: Yet again, the Talking Heads spawn an unlikely revolution.
Handsome Boy Modeling School, _So, How's Your Girl?_: MC's put in place: It's the producers' time to shine.
Ash, _Free All Angels_: Has-beens follow trends; they're better than Sum 41, anyway.
Firesign Theater, _Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers_: Pot-smoking pranksters show alarming brilliance; Orwell, move over.
Del Tha Funky Homosapien, _No Need For Alarm_: Videogaming 22-year-old vents anger at world, inspires movement.
Dr. John _Gris Gris_: Alternate world: George Clinton fueled by voodoo, not drugs.
The Stones Roses, _Second Coming_: Dancy popsters escape from fog of reverb and crank up amps.
Rick Wright, _Wet Dream_: Talented sideman and collaborator embarasses himself before the world.
Emerson, Lake & Palmer, _Tarkus_: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
The Watch, _Ghost_: Sample lyrics: "You were the flower, on the asphalt, watching her ankles." Steely Dan, _Can't Buy A Thrill_: The calm before the muzak.
Somebody stop me! It's just too damn easy.
― Jack Redelfs, Wednesday, 10 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)