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Sigur Ros returned to Los Angeles tonight for the first time in a while.
Oh dear, thank you for this gift during the holiday season.
As much as all you slutz hate Britney, jeesus christ she knows how to work a song. Her newest album Blackout features the single Gimme More, and I shit you not, I have never in my life heard a catchier chorus, it’s just stunning really. I mean, I thought Toxic was amazing, but this song just screams club-whore-dance-your-fucking-ass-off-show-your-pune-whore. If you can’t get with this song there’s something wrong with you, it’s fucking brilliant and serious kudos to the writers/producers, I half-stock salute you. Quit the Britney hating, she’s still got my heart.
As Dan already stated, this year was in fact a disappoint to most of the music scene, with bands like the Arctic Fuckholes not missing an indie convo around the globe, there wasn’t much hope for music in 2006. Alas, a few managed to break through into my tiny, leaking heart, but really, this year was nothing special, so I will be quite brief.
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Sadly it was too good to be true for local Oakland seller of the famed Velvet Underground LP. Apparently the winning bid was a prank done by someone using a friends computer and eBay account. When you’re talking about $155,000, that’s no place to be fucking around.
Warren Hill says he’ll try again to sell it but he’s not so sure about using eBay, and I for one would have to concur most unarguably. Out.
-Fezzik
*Note: Sorry, I lost this post and had to find it, better late than never!
Ahh yes, The Troubadour. The only remaining true venue on the west side of the Sunset Shit errrr I mean Strip… no I had it right the first time, the Sunset Shit. It truly is. It’s the largest piece of shit in LA please don’t be fooled into it’s bingenheimer ways. All you see is these teeny-bopping whores from Laguna Beach coming out of the Roxy with cameras and lights blaring, doing 14 takes just to get their walking right… jeesus please for the love of anything still holy go the F back to Laguna Beach, you too Dan Tana and your fucking love for that show, damn you all to an eternity of teenagehood. But alas, thankfully the Troub sits off of Sunset down on Santa Monica Blvd, just at the edge of the extremely angry, die hard punch you in the ass gay, and the president of Capitol Records house.
Ok enough of all of that. The Album Leaf played the Troubadour last night (October 8th) as the first night of their US tour for the new album “Into The Blue Again” and boy oh boy was it a fanfuckingtastic show.
Artist: The Album Leaf
Release: Into The Blue Again
Label: SubPop
Rating: +2.5
www.thealbumleaf.com / www.myspace.com/thealbumleaf
Today I’ll be reviewing the latest release from The Album Leaf (Jimmy LaValle) “Into the Blue Again”, his 3rd full length (SubPop). If anyone is qualified to make this review, I would have to say it’s myself. Being an adamant fan of The Album Leaf for many years now and owning every possible release, I’d like to say I know the range of Jimmy’s talents, where he’s been, and what he’s capable of. I’ll be honest, this is going to be closely scrutinized review as my faith has been questioned in regards to The Album Leaf in these past few months of anticipation of the release.
Admittedly, from the few tracks that were pre-released on MySpace I had the absolute lowest expectations from this release, less the track “Red Eye” which sounds stunning. Before my listen, I was affraid he had blown it, but let’s see how he faired.
Restaurant: Bossi Nova
Order: Churrasquinho no Pão (Steak Sandwhich)
Location: 7181 W Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90046
Rating: 0 (on a scale of -5 to +5)
Restaurant: Cat & Fiddle
Order: Steak Sandwhich
Location: Sunset Blvd.
Rating: -4 (on a scale of -5 to +5)
The Cat & Fiddle Restaurant is an establishment not to be reckoned with. My office ordered lunch from them today. The menu seemed to be decent, however over-priced by far. Still, we were intrigued by this English Pub/Restaurant, and being in Hollywood, have to try different things. On to ordering!
Two associates and myself ordered the Steak Sandwhich, Medium. When it arrived (nearly an hour after we ordered), I was first shocked by the shear lack of weight to the dish, “so light” I thought, even before looking at it. When I opened cheap styrofoam container, I found an old, gizzly bear of a steak. Over-cooked and set upon the absolute smallest piece of soggy bread they could have scraped off the kitchen floor. My office associate discovered his steak to be criss-crossed with thick veins of fat (that like gold in an 1849 San Francisco mine). “Maybe it will taste better than it looks” I thought. Wow. Wrong. Ye old ruling that food must look good tobe appetizing still holds true. It was as tough as leather and had about as much flavor as some truck stop beef jerky. The meal was attrotious to say the least.
Okay so I had an enourmous spiel typed up about this and it got fucking deleted on accident so I’m gonna have to do it in two parts because I haven’t the soul nor patience to reconstruct it again at 4-in-the-bloody-morning.This first part will serve as a pointless warm-up/teaser that has absolutely nothing to do with what is to come. What am I talking about “man who cleans the stars� you ask? On guard! I ask you the same as well! What’s the matter, can’t handled the presure? What would you know about pressure! Well I have kissed a…