Word: franticness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Bouncing Souls' fourth album pretty much affirms why I don't like punk music at all. The music is loud even when it's on mute, the guitar chords are clamorous, and the beat is fast and frantic--this is music you play to piss off your parents...
...most mass appeal films, audiences here must contend with the "fluff," alternatively, "cheeze" factor. Sometimes subtle, sometimes blatant, there's no escaping the fluff. The tattered teddy bear, the frantic race down the street and the basketball games between Ben and Vince are all perhaps a little overly sentimental. Even the ending may seem a little much for the more cynical moviegoers. But the glossy, sophisticated look of the overall film compensates for these unfortunate lapses. And the film deals with such a tangled mess of problems that a tidy resolution must inevitably entail some fluff.The Deep...
...course, my mom. I'm going to stereotype my family right now and say that South Asian parents--and particularly mothers--are health fanatics. After waiting four days to call my mother (I knew she was going to flip out) I was totally expecting the barrage of questions. Our frantic conversation went like this...
Adolescents are, by their nature, heartless, randy and, as all the books inform their frantic parents, eager to test authority's limits. In other words, they have an affinity for Les Liaisons Dangereuses. Now that a young writer-director named Roger Kumble has turned Pierre Laclos's malevolent, much adapted minor masterpiece into a nastily assured teen flick, one has to wonder why it took so long for somebody to age-down its louche protagonists and update its setting...
There is nothing noteworthy about this band's sound except that they are following the 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...