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Really, Newt? You’re “surprised” that your supporters out there in the American conservative wasteland are a bunch of ill-informed, reactionary assholes who can’t see Mandela as anything more than a “commie terrorist?” Seriously? This shocks you?
It was the title track that closed the album where Sky Ferreira, ironically shined. I say ironically because the song was in fact pitch black and oozing sexual menace which built slowly to a climactic thrum of near-industrial white noise. It actually felt like fucking on ecstasy.
The Morning Banter: Killer Self-Help, Mind-Control Cats, Llewyn Davis, Nine Inch Nails Live, and Would You Like McSh*t on Your Fries?
The weekend is almost here at last and you’ll no doubt be clamoring for something to distract you from the nagging question of whether this is the Friday you’ll finally be called into your boss’s office and told to gather your things and leave. Here’s some reading material.
I swear, right now there’s little that’s as endlessly entertaining as watching the clowns of the American right — who for so long figured they had the market cornered on Jesus — lose their minds over the new pope.
This track in particular was a perfect snapshot of the album, barreling along like a tank and finally dissolving into frontman Ally Dickaty simply screaming with palpable ferocity, “You lied, you lied, you lied, you liar.” It was chilling, but undeniably fucking awesome stuff.
Anyone airing even a minor portion of those tapes needs to seriously think about whether they provide any new insights or information in the case, because if they don’t there’s zero reason for anybody in the public sphere to ever hear them. Screw the nonsense piety about the people’s right to know — this is basic human decency and it should be abided by above all else.
It’s precisely this — the fact that Bashir is leaving MSNBC — which flawlessly illustrates the difference between MS and Fox News. If a Fox News host had said the same thing about one of the many people on Roger Ailes’s enemies list, that person would be patted on the back, not shown the door.
Who first put it out there that Paul Walker was likely killed by a drone strike? I think we may have found out. It looks like it came from a guy who, as it turns out, is an archenemy of Alex Jones, perhaps because when it comes to being a batshit-crazy paranoiac he makes Jones look like the benchwarmer for the Our Lady of Perpetual Help girls basketball team to his D-Wade.
It was this sensually menacing, noir-ish single that really made an impact. It was featured in several TV shows this past year including, appropriately, the 3rd season trailer for Game of Thrones.
Miley Cyrus Will Probably Be the People’s Choice for Time Magazine’s Person of the Year, Proving We’re Completely F*cked
As an anthropological study, if you’re really looking to see who we were in the year 2013 maybe Miley Cyrus is perfect. Maybe years from now that choice will speak to where we were at as a culture better than any other could.
If someone told you that there’s a band from Brooklyn doing Southern-influenced country rock, you’d probably just chalk it up to another case of hipsters co-opting a foreign sound for the sake of detached irony. You’d be wrong.
Anyone who’s ever been out-of-their-mind baked or tripping balls knows: you don’t look into the mirror — ever. Well, multiply the reason for that rule by about a thousand and you’ll begin to understand just some of what Mande and Garfinkel put themselves through.
Next week we’ll begin counting down the 25 Best Singles of 2013, but leading up to that we’re going to be featuring some of the music that came out this past year that almost made the final list. Today, it’s the first single from the debut full-length record from British DJ/Producer Maya Jane Coles.
The Morning Banter: Paul Walker Dies, Internet Shaming Must End, The Best Films of 2013, and Ron Burgundy Stays Classy
Hope you all enjoyed the long weekend and are sufficiently recovered from your tryptophan coma, because it’s time to get back to work (or whatever passes for work for the next month of holiday fucking off). Here’s some reading material to pass the time today.