\"A lighthearted romp through the pop sensibility of soft rock\" are words you shall never hear uttered in conjunction with the name Local H. In fact, if someone does tell you that, myself excluded, shoot them dead.
That’s right, ladies and gents. The dynamic duo from Zion are back with their fifth full-length release, Whatever Happened To P.J. Soles?, and you would think time would have softened singer/guitarist Scott Lucas\' wiry tongue, but, if you think that, chances are you ride the special blue bus.

Shit! This is something I should like. Look, The Kicks\' publicity machine compares them to the likes of Fountains of Wayne (who I clearly dig) and Foo Fighters (another fave or yours truly). And I guess I can kind of hear those influences. Uh... maybe. Well, not Foo Fighters. At all. But I digress.

I’d be willing to bet that Jolie Holland has a room somewhere in her house filled with shelf after shelf of uniquely packed mason jars. And in each mason jar is a story, pulled from her memories and observations, placed, sealed, and preserved until they’re ready to be put to music.

\"Don\'t get strung out by the way I look / Don\'t judge a book by its cover.\"
- Dr. Frank-N-Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
You know, having gone to a private art college (and, in turn, being plunged into tens of thousands of dollars of debt) has ruined me. But that goes without saying, huh?

Go Betty Go is a Latin-flared female punk rock band that formed in the first year of the new millennium. Their sound on Worst Enemy is comparable to The Eyeliners and Pennywise. Their Spanish influence is somewhat evident in the guitar and vocals, especially in \"Son Mis Locaras\", which is actually in Spanish! (Duh, Sal.)
Go Betty Go has good qualities: strong vocals, catchy melodies, and speedy, punk rock anthem-type songs. Lyrically, it\'s typical pop-punk style. It\'s got a lot of stuff about relationships and personal issues, but nothing too deep.

Man, I got me some more fun and funky tunes! Tha Fruitbat\'s self-titled album on Lunaticworks Records kicks my ass. And I love him for it.
Synthesized tones and sampled bass lines mesh together to give my ears a little audio dessert. And, mmm... it\'s yummy! Yeah, most of it could be described as jungle or drum \'n\' bass, but there are other things at work here, like the random samples of organic instruments and voices.
It\'s bass-heavy like Plastikman, dark and evil like Aphex Twin, and as dancey as Josh Wink. In all, a good mix.

\"Another time, another place....\"

I’ve spent the last week pulling my newly-grown hair out, trying to compare this new Firebug record to something so you’ll be interested in it enough to check it out on your own. But there really aren’t any particular bands or musicians that come to mind when I hear it. What I can tell you is it reminded me exactly why I listen to ska, reggae, and dub. It also reminded me why I need to pay more attention to what’s going on outside of these North American shores.

I was making coffee for The Coop last week, and noticed we were out of filters. Fortunately, I found some weird, space-age Flat-D filters in Wayne\'s office. These things are amazing!
I don\'t know what they\'re made of, but everyone on staff commented on how the coffee was extra good that day. The words \"robust\" and \"almost nutty\" were spoken of the Maxwell House brew.
Sadly, I can\'t find anymore, and don\'t know where to buy them. But I suggest everyone keeps their eyes open for the Flat-D coffee filters in their grocery store aisles.

I have bad gas. If you knew me, this would not be a surprise to you. Also if you knew me, you\'d know that I get much pleasure in sneaking one under an unsuspecting victim\'s nose. Is farting childish? Yes. But goddamn is it funny. I mean, let\'s look at it in the most basic of terms:
Our ass emits a stinky, offense odor, and it does so with a funny sounding noise.
If that\'s not comedy, I don\'t know what is.