Burning Airlines | Identikit | De Soto
Postmodernism is hardly unknown to independent rock. Nearly every crap conceptual Polyvinyl band can quote Baudrillard or Foucault.
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Postmodernism is hardly unknown to independent rock. Nearly every crap conceptual Polyvinyl band can quote Baudrillard or Foucault.
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I feel dirty, sullied, debased, degraded and all around icky. But let me start at the beginning.
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Six men. Fifteen minutes of fame. A vast multitude of different labels. One esoteric ’70s proto-punk reference. Count it down, baby, and you get Rocket From the Crypt, formerly the next big punk...
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Are reviewers somehow honor bound to play into bands’ gimmicks? It seems sycophantic to do so, which means I guess I’ll be a stick in the mud (shtick in the mud?) and declare straight off ...
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Ask John Q. Fourtrack, and he’ll say he’s an experimenter and an artist. The Hex, however, says nothing and then rips your fucking ears off. The liner notes are terse to the point of being...
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As of last week, I have four screws and two wires in my right cheek, and perhaps this explains my mild disappointment with this album. I have the metal in me, but this album does not have The Metal in...
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Before I describe the soul-shredding noise monster that is Enemymine, let me just say that the group once accidentally left its drummer in a roadside cafe while on tour. That’s fucking rad. Evol...
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