This is what happens when a hell of a storyteller writes some loud, raw, catchy-as-fuck songs, and plays them with his boys. It’s a personal, musical middle-fingerprint, showing up every bitch band on Clear Channel’s homogenized playlist. And if you don’t mind a little punk rock in your diet, it’s a good goddamn time.

Oh, yeah! This CD, passed on to me by one Mr. Baggadonuts, is nothing less than enchanting. From the instant I put this disc into the player, I was overcome by the mellow, soothing sensations that swirled about the room-- and that’s before I even pressed the \"Play\" button. Sexy drums and sultry strings own this hour of music; yet they don’t overpower the subtle, smoky vocals or the myriad of other coaxing instruments.
On the CD jacket, Pruess explains, \"The music compositions flow in an order that may fit nicely with an hour of lovemaking.\"
So true, so true!

Wow! I, Robot! Where to begin? Director Alex Proyas should be commended. His stupendous achievement with this film will revolutionize the tender art of severe torture in ways this world has never seen before, and will easily replace the tried and true \"testicles connected to the car battery\" method.

If you knew me, you\'d know that I don\'t watch much \"good\" TV; and by \"good\" I mean \"all the shit that almost everyone on Earth watches\". Seriously, I\'ve seen maybe two full episodes of Friends. There was a monkey on one, and Brad Pitt on another. That\'s it.

I’ve just listened to Open Mouth, O Wisp, the latest release from Gorge Trio (Skin Graft Records), and I’m still in shock a bit. This power trio (comprised of members of Deerhoof, Sicbay, The Flying Luttenbachers, and Colossamite) have managed to take an already splintered approach to making music, and shatter it even further.

Wow! At the risk of regurgitating the entire press release, I have to explain a little of this album\'s history for you to fully appreciate it. From 1969 to 1979, Bill Cosby and Quincy Jones worked together on The Bill Cosby Show. As the program\'s musical director, Jones assembled a prominent group of jazz and funk musicians-- including Milt Jackson, Ernie Watts, Jimmy Smith, and others-- to contribute to the show. Apparently, Mr. Jones made a habit of running a tape recorder, which captured a number of informal jams and Cosby\'s comedic vocal cameos.

Am I going deaf? I know I just pressed \"Play\" on this CD I have to review. I don\'t hear anything! Oh my God! I\'ve lost my hearing!
Wait a second... I can still hear Wayne in the office across the hall practicing his English. But where\'s the music?
Wait! Is that tiny sound of unimpressive drumbeats, almost-silent bass lines, and sporadic synthesizers the music? It can\'t be. Why would a band waste their time with an entire album of almost-silent, not-at-all-powerful or stylish sound?

Brand Nubian was one of the most underrated hip-hop acts of the early Nineties. Most folks throw bones to groups like Pete Rock & CL Smooth, Gang Starr, and the Native Tongues collective. But Brand Nubian was just as ubiquitous, whether as a group, solo, or guest-starring on other tracks, such as A Tribe Called Quest\'s \"The Business\". After disbanding in \'95, they reunited to release The Foundation in \'98. Six years later, they follow with Fire In The Hole.

The comments section in the back of the library book had just one notation: \"Different. I wouldn’t recommend it\". So I almost didn’t check out this book, even though I’ve had it in the back of my mind to read since it came out last year.
Wow, was that guy wrong! I couldn’t disagree with him more. I haven’t been this passionate about a book in a very long time. I found myself thinking about it all of the time-- at work, in the car, while I was watching TV, whenever I had a moment to myself. I dreamt about it at night.

Chicago\'s The Bon Mots are old school (to a 27-year-old) alternative pop/rock. Their debut album, Le Main Drag, is a good listen in 2004. But what if my time machine was actually working for once (never buy a used time machine), and I went back 20 years ago to have the native peoples of that far-off era listen to the album? I postulate they would think this was a \"contemporary\" band. A good one, but of their ancient times, nonetheless.