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...lovers bemoan the current state of drinking in the Square—the Good Will Hunting curse proved deadly for the Bow, landlords kicked out Grafton and pesky cops forced the closure of the Grille. But as they bitch about the lack of quality liquor-selling establishments, gowns so often forget that local town favorite, Whitney’s. Adorned with a simple shamrock motif, the small bar is so unobtrusive, many students don’t even realize it exists. Yet, across from 7-11 and tucked between Leo’s and the AmEx travel agency...
...step outside the borders of the world's hegemon--to Africa, the Caribbean, Latin America--and you find a different scene: namely, musicians and an audience who really have something to bitch about. Protest music in other parts of the world is complicated by a dynamic unfamiliar to Western listeners. American political music is traditionally an individual's complaint about the surrounding society. Standing on a street in Lagos or on a beach in Brazil, or staring down an invading army of Pokemon and Britneys, however, it can be equally as radical to speak out for your society...
...herself guests in minor roles on some of the juiciest, most attractive songs, like the sweet and sour “Traffic,” which revolves around an introspective bass riff and heart-on-sleeve lyrics by Bitch: “All we have is our love and our guts, baby.” The melody takes a back seat for much of the album though, in favour of repetitive bass lines and vituperative rap. Folk rap has becoming increasingly popular since tracks like Everlast’s “What it’s Like...
...Bitch and Animal
Mmmmmhmmmm, just what the doctor ordered: lesbian-transsexual folk-rock from the goddess Ani Difranco’s Righteous Babe stables. Except…well. Bitch and Animal come across occasionally as ukelele-brandishing, homosexual takes on Blink-182, with songs about “The Best Cock on the Block,” a moving tribute to the wonders of dildos, and “Sparkly Queen Areola;” the songs are, according to the liner notes, “mainly ramblings on our cereal box of life, the sparkly sparkly pussy.” Only instead...