Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Spinning His Wheel

Barack had his Sister Souljah moment this weekend. It's not pretty, but while he's busy tossing his pastor to the dogs and politically self-immolating, at least one man is keeping a clear head:

Fun with Fruit and Vegatables

When I first heard this on the radio, for a few seconds I fretted that Missing Persons might have gotten back together. Ah, but I needn't have worried. Since practically every song from Santogold is from a difhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifferent genre, there's no danger she'll ever sound as monochromatic as Dale Bozzio. She seems to have picked up a little accent on her way from Philadelphia to Bed-Stuy, but that's OK; worked for Sting. At least she doesn't sing with a Philly accent, and we can all be thankful for that.

May 7 addendum: interesting review of her new album today on Pitchfork.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Yidish far Onhoybers un Republicans

A tip of the Sardonic Homburg to LB for this instructive shtikl.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

And You Thought Maus Was Fiction

Warning: the site linked to the cat's head contains LOLcat-talk. Just move through the pix, ignore the text, and get the hell out of there, OK?

Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Mortal Enemies of Lordi

They are Turbonegro, the Village People of Norwegian glam deathpunk. It goes downhill from there, I think. These guys got on my radar when they canceled their gig at Coachella. They score some points with a clever site gate, then double those points with improbable entries in their band bio: "due to a damaged foot, personal priorities and a focus on other projects, we have been forced to ask drummer Chris Summers to resign from Turbonegro." Maybe he'll replaced by Techno Viking?

Monday, April 07, 2008

Fiery Fracas in France

The normally eternal Olympic Flame hit a hurdle today (love that metaphor) in Paris as torch-bearers ran into angry mobs of protesters. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the torch had to travel part of the way on a bus, requiring the torch to be extinguished at least three times. No biggie, though, because naturally everyone on the bus was smoking, and no one in France has ever missed an episode of King of the Hill.

The Chinese were quick to express their equally eternal and surprisingly spontaneous gratitude towards the fumeurs français fabuleux.