A typical approach to their burst-bladder grindcore dirge-pop – Spectoresque production, fuzzed-out Mellotron, and Byrne Skarr gargling with sulfuric acid.
Their cover of Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” rips shit up, creatively blending ska and balls-to-the-wall thrash. Next is a Turtles cover, “Happy Together.”
Re-released to video are episodes of the classic Incredible Hulk and Spiderman live-action TV series. These shows are absolutely awesome in their ineptitude.
I often don’t remember the exact unmentionable of which I’m accused, but I base how much credibility I give the alleged incident on Is it in my character?
Bob Crane, star of the ’60s sitcom, Hogan’s Heroes, was found bludgeoned in a Phoenix, Arizona hotel room in 1978. The case has defied definitive solution.
I’m not giving up my love affair with Lady Nicotine. We’re just heading out of Marlboro Country and, chomp chomp chomp, checking in to the ol’ Nicorette Motel.
Like every Tuesday lunchbreak, I head to Harvard Square to check out the new releases at Newbury Comics and scan the English music papers at Out of Town News.
I was line-dancing to techno, starting a one-man mosh pit, doing the Bulgarian Hustle… I was out of control. Guys in Morrissey shirts beat the crap out of me.
Try organizing the notes on un-numbered bar napkins you later used as a coaster, or typing reviews from a notebook you threw up on. Journalism is hard work.
Let’s be honest, if you’re 16 and you stay up all night, it’s like a victory, you’ve beaten the night, but if you’re 30, then that sun is God’s flashlight.