Word: blurs
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...base of Lord Nelson's column in Trafalgar Square. Beefeaters--the red-coated protectors of the queen--escort crowds through the Tower of London into centuries past, when tyrannical monarchs severed heads and placed them on sticks to line the wooden bridges over the River Thames. Streets blur with red and black--the red of double-decker buses and the black of box-like taxis. This is the London everyone knows. But there is another London, where the neighborhood green grocer and ironmonger putter about their shop windows in the early morning dawn while the butcher hangs chickens with their...
...unabashedly proclaims its own preeminence? The fact is, even though it's been on good behavior for the past couple of years, New York still breeds a culture of dizzying excess perfectly suited to those who'd like to lose the scarlet H for a few days in a blur of neon lights, rattling subways and the raunchiest late-night public access TV around...
...Patrick's Day is over. Last night may have passed in a blur of Guinness and green but today's St. Patty's festivities pale next to the alcohol binges of old. Local pub proprietors and bartenders-most from the Emerald Isle and with the accent to prove it-kept their preparations minimal for America's most notorious Irish holiday...
...Patrick's Day is over. Last night may have passed in a blur of Guinness and green but today's St. Patty's festivities pale next to the alcohol binges of old. Local pub proprietors and bartenders-most from the Emerald Isle and with the accent to prove it-kept their preparations minimal for America's most notorious Irish holiday...
...pack of clones who imitate superbands like U2, Nirvana and the Cranberries. Lead singer Jo Lloyd manages to merely mimic Dolores O'Riordan's vocal stylings from "Zombie," that frantic, slightly nasal guttural pitch. Backed by random noise fillers consisting of drums and guitar, each song is a blur of blah and blech. Forgettable lyrics of the usual uber-topic, love, in all its iterations nicely round out this disappointing disc. With the rise of this new crop of artificially-flavored pop bands, the music scene is crying uncle for a new sound that is not some retro-fitted version...