Let’s be ironic and review these two together, shall we? Because, politics of the business aside, they are pop stars in the modern rap game-- names that all the kids recognize. Beef, or no beef.
But if beef must be served, and sides must be chosen, make mine Luda.

I now declare Norway to be an awesome country for two reasons. First, it doesn\'t have George Dubya as its president or king or whatever we have here. Second, it spawned an extremely talented young man by the name of Even Johansen, or as he is more commonly known, Magnet.

Power pop and new wave collided and made babies in Columbus, Ohio when Manda and the Marbles made their new album, Angels With Dirty Faces.

The story behind how I got the Madison-based Moorebeck Stellar\'s new CD, Down-Tight/In Bloom, made me dread listening to it.
One of my staff writers, Jeremy Scott, handed it to me: \"Here. My neighbor knows I work for the magazine, and he said this is his friend\'s band. He said it would be cool if you review it or something.\"

The band Muse definitely picked the best word from the dictionary to describe themselves as musicians. A muse inspires and stimulates one\'s brain, and that\'s exactly what they did last week at The Wiltern Theater in Los Angeles.
Muse not only etched their performance into people\'s minds with their amazing live show, but also burned it into the audience\'s retinas with their intense stage light show. With a backdrop that lit up, multi-colored spotlights, spinning white lights, and pulsating strobes, the venue was a plethora of illumination.

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Palisades, Muppets. Palisades, Muppets. Sometimes I swear that’s all I write about in these articles.

\"Punk rock: It\'s what\'s for dinner.\"
The above statement, taken from the back of Niall McGuirk\'s book, is an understatement, and he proves it with this book. Please Feed Me: A Punk Vegan Cookbook (Soft Skull Press), is more than a simple collection of recipes. It\'s a timeline of McGuirk\'s life.

TAFT, CA - Local resident Wes Scrundo filed a request for police protection earlier this month, claiming that recording \"artist\" Sean \"P. Diddy\" Combs had indirectly threatened to kill him.

Whoa! Am I crying? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was. I was half-expecting Von Iva to sound like some clichéd, overplayed, bringin\'-back-the-Eighties new wave pop act. Instead, I got my dick kicked in by their sheer rockness. And oh, what a funky, sexy rockness it is.
Von Iva’s self-titled surprise-the-hell-out-of-me album is six tracks of hot electric sex so raw and gritty, you’ll feel like the unassuming prey of a knuckle sandwich-serving predator.