Glam-Racket

" Mark Prindle , he's a buddy of mine!" I say, with the fervor and coked-up enthusiasm of Alfred Molina 's character in ...

Someone tell me how a bunch of land-locked indie veterans have the balls to name themselves after a large sea mammal and throw together some...

One of the biggest disappointments I have this year is not finding enough initiative to prioritize Touch & Go Records ’ 25th Anniversary...

The trouble with the Midwest is that we tend to ape what each coast squeezes towards us. I’m sure acid wash jeans hit the land-locked midsec...

Let’s call bullshit on this idea that “Modern Times” is a modern masterpiece that neatly completes a master-stroke trilogy of classic Dylan ...

Clocking in at less than 18 minutes total, The Angry Samoans “Back From Samoa” is hardly an “album,” let alone an essential one. It’s an alb...

Say what you will about NASCAR; there’s a world of difference between the Talladega set and the folk that frequent the local drag races. Sur...

I’m old enough now to admit to my guilty pleasures, probably because I can justify them out the ass and have more examples of credibility to...

Kuyahoga Music Festival Hold Steady Sonic Youth Death Cab For Cutie Flaming Lips Cuyahoga Falls, OH 8/3/2006 With so many festivals this yea...

Let it be known that Capitol Records was run by fucktards forty years ago. Let it be known that Capitol Records continues to be run by fuck...

A vacation to Cleveland just sounds funny. That’s part of the reason why I wanted to go there. I liked the idea of having people ask me: “Wh...

Ray Farrell, head of SST Record’s promotion department, called me one day while working at the college radio station. I was the program dire...

I can’t tell you how important SST’s “The Blasting Concept” compilation albums were to me growing up. Priced at a mere $3.49, the album prov...

After a fucking year on the market, Brokedown Palace is sold. I signed the paperwork yesterday and, what once was a proud abode overlooking ...