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March 23, 2005

Missy's the poo, so take a big whiff.

Carla Bruni's Quelqu'un M'a Dit LP has finally been released in America. It's charming, unassuming and blessed with a realness, like a supermodel in the morning sunlight.

Porch-schlepper bassist Zac Johnson dreams about men and white cadillacs. Oh, and Loretta Lucas.

Edie Sedgwick's new album contains songs about Martin Sheen, R-Downs, and Sally Field, not to mention the cast of Aliens. "If someone wrote a dance-punk jam about an Aliens sex party - "Ripley'snot ready to get it on/Til Vasquez gets those big black boots on!" - wouldn't you love it?"

The 2005 reissue of Ben Folds Five's Whatever and Ever Amen makes nostalgia creep.

Three things not required of '90s bands who wanted to be cool and sell records:

- The influence of Gang of Four/The Fall/Wire/Joy Division/Television.

- A foxy female farfisa player of indeterminable ethnicity.

- Vertically-integrated marketing schemes.

- An 8 or above on Pitchfork.

Give it up for slackerdom.

And you can trust me not to think!
And not to sleep around!
If you don't expect too much from me
You might not be let down!


Lamb of God follows the success of last year's Ashes of the Wake with a reissue of their 1998 debut, back when they were still called Burn the Priest. Of course that was their second choice for a name - The Honeysuckle Joy Surprise Peaches was already taken.

"Burn the Priest is as unsubtle as its name implies...If Pantera had recorded Vulgar Display of Power for Relapse, it might've sounded something like Burn the Priest."

That's some heavy shit. What would Natalie Grant have to say about it?



Posted by Johnny Loftus at March 23, 2005 10:02 AM

Comments (2)


I get seriously nostalgic when I think about "Hey Jealousy." Embarassingly so.


I, too, must claim high school nostalgia for "Hey Jealousy" ... Sheesh.