Word: chainsaws
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...drummer-singer Janet Weiss, 35, is a punk band because, among other reasons, a sense of exclusion and marginalization is part of what drives its music. That sense is a source of the vehemence in the trio's sound, which--on albums released on the small Pacific Northwest labels Chainsaw and Kill Rock Stars--has become at once bigger and more agile, harsher and more unpredictable, since the band formed in 1994 in Olympia, Wash. The world is organized so as not to have to listen to songs as frightening and fast as Youth Decay, from last year's album...
...CHAINSAW" AL DUNLAP Sunbeam's ex-CEO charged with fraud. Seems its appliances could cook books
While shooting down a triple espresso--"I need the kick start"--and looking for all the world like James Joyce buffed up on steroids, Ellroy rips into American culture like a chainsaw in an abattoir with the volume turned up. Kennedy? "Jack got what he deserved. He got whacked before the sex got stale and everyone saw him for what he was." Clinton? "I hate him with a biblical passion. He is monstrous and shallow, a cold, manipulative man with a warm front, infantile with women...I would never have done Monica." American innocence? "This preposterous notion that Americans...
...July 3 Obara purchased a chainsaw, cement mix and other tools from a hardware store. That afternoon, the manager of Obara's seaside condominium in Miura called police to report a tenant who was behaving suspiciously. Even in the terse language of police reports leaked to the media, the scene that afternoon at Obara's apartment has a Hitchcock-like caste. Obara had cement mix on his hands when he greeted the police at his door. Suspicious, they asked to look around his apartment. Obara consented, but then became agitated when the police asked to look in his bathroom. When...
...happily drive out through Jackson, up over the incredible Teton pass (hammering the little chainsaw engine they put in this pipsqueak car as it tries in vain to find the right gear for going 70 mph up a 10 percent grade). I savagely step on the gas and dare it to blow a gasket, reveling in the guilt-free/worry-free magic of a rental car. I come over the hill into Idaho, not really knowing what to expect. To my left are the shining Rocky Mountains, sun glinting down through the clouds, a tremendous early spring day. To my right...