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22 December 2023
President Bush,
I have two words for you: Sweden. That’s where your totalitarian focus should lie. They’re the ones invading our great, free nation. Just ask your daughters (when they’re sober enough to talk). I’m sure they’re Hives fans. And The Hives are harmless enough, right? Well, compared to their Swedish musical peers, Bombshell Rocks, and The (International) Noise Conspiracy (a.k.a., T(i)NC), they’re the fucking emigrated Backstreet Boys! (Ooh. Did you see that? The words “bomb” and “conspiracy” show up in their names. Better get the Big Brother Homeland Security Commission on that.)
These kids mean business, Dubya, and they have new records. Bombshell’s From Here And On is heavier, but friendlier, like Willard Scott. Not as ferocious as their first record. But who cares, right? The real threat here is T(i)NC. Their Bigger Cages, Longer Chains will make you shit Texan oil clots. In only six songs, they cover all the rebellious political topics you skirt around like, well, like a Republican. There’s a Noam Chomsky video excerpt on the disc (Now there’s a name you recognize from your “Troublemakers to Eliminate” list. You know, the one you and Ol' Tommy Kean compiled?), a picture of Angela Davis on the back (be still, my radical little heart), and that sweet, T(i)NC blend of socialist soul, punk, and R&B.
If I were you, President Bush (And believe me: I thank the Lord every single day that I’m not!), I’d batten down the hatches and prepare to be rocked. Get thee to a top-secret military industrial compound, and aim those nukes at the land of red candy fish and tiny, happy meatballs.
Your pal (not),
Vinnie
I have two words for you: Sweden. That’s where your totalitarian focus should lie. They’re the ones invading our great, free nation. Just ask your daughters (when they’re sober enough to talk). I’m sure they’re Hives fans. And The Hives are harmless enough, right? Well, compared to their Swedish musical peers, Bombshell Rocks, and The (International) Noise Conspiracy (a.k.a., T(i)NC), they’re the fucking emigrated Backstreet Boys! (Ooh. Did you see that? The words “bomb” and “conspiracy” show up in their names. Better get the Big Brother Homeland Security Commission on that.)
These kids mean business, Dubya, and they have new records. Bombshell’s From Here And On is heavier, but friendlier, like Willard Scott. Not as ferocious as their first record. But who cares, right? The real threat here is T(i)NC. Their Bigger Cages, Longer Chains will make you shit Texan oil clots. In only six songs, they cover all the rebellious political topics you skirt around like, well, like a Republican. There’s a Noam Chomsky video excerpt on the disc (Now there’s a name you recognize from your “Troublemakers to Eliminate” list. You know, the one you and Ol' Tommy Kean compiled?), a picture of Angela Davis on the back (be still, my radical little heart), and that sweet, T(i)NC blend of socialist soul, punk, and R&B.
If I were you, President Bush (And believe me: I thank the Lord every single day that I’m not!), I’d batten down the hatches and prepare to be rocked. Get thee to a top-secret military industrial compound, and aim those nukes at the land of red candy fish and tiny, happy meatballs.
Your pal (not),
Vinnie
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vol 5 - issue 05 (jan 2003)
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entertainmental