Word: bleat
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...Ride of the Valkyries. With the C-Guard secreted in my briefcase, I would lie in wait for some Valkyrie-riding nitwit to make my day. Just as my unsuspecting victim's phone trilled, say, the Mexican Hat Dance, I'd jam down the button. "Hello?" he'd bleat pathetically. "Hello? Hello? Hello...
...Becker is more preoccupied than ever with the inner-most matters of the heart. Most of his songs, like the sharp blues workout Cringemaker and the lithe My Waterloo, plumb tales of love gone sour. Even though Becker's melodies sometime seem stark and his voice is a mere bleat, his ear for catchy grooves gives Whack soulfulness and heft. Down in the Bottom, the CD's finest cut, chugs forward on a rhythm smart enough to make Smokey Robinson proud and maybe even cool enough to have made Charlie Parker feel like soloing. Don't ever expect the jazz...
...campus relatively at peace With itself means that it cannot justify its organizational existence. Last we stir up conflict for publicity's sake. Crimson headlines bleat: "HMS Saves Yard from Riots It Started." I say to Dean Epps, "Let's diversify our interests...
...Initial responses were mixed. A reviewer for the Austin American-Statesman griped, "I don't remember ever seeing animated retching before, and hope to never see it again." Campus critics took a different view. Ren's constant bleat -- "You bloated sack of protoplasm!" -- began to replace Bart Simpson's "Eat my shorts!" as their put-down of choice. Frank Zappa joined the fan club. So did Robert De Niro and pop singer Matthew Sweet. Dormitories at Yale, the University of Michigan and U.S.C. staged viewing parties, where undergraduates displayed their new Ren & Stimpy T shirts...
...city. Stone's camera closes in on Bogosian's face as if it were the cratered moonscape of the American mind, and the actor / starts shouting into his megaphone mike. Finally, these two have become like Barry's listeners, shrill and unconvincing, weaving their own conspiracy theories in the bleat of the night. This is bag-lady cinema...