Word: frontman
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...time being, while the owner is forced to prove, under a special Italian statute, that he is clean of Mob ties. Police allege that top bosses from the Alvaro-Palamara faction of the Calabrian Mafia used a barber from a small rural town in Calabria as a frontman to buy the historic café in 2005 for some $350,000 dollars, though its commercial value is estimated at $60 million. Italian authorities suspect that the difference between the official price tag and real value was passed under the table...
...made of metallic purple plastic and sleek leather, and vicious guitar-playing Muppet-hunters flaunt their kills as their garb. In this world, rocking out is mandatory. Yet still, in this “Heavy Metal” meets ColecoVision universe, Black Kids find meaning in the madness. Frontman Reggie Youngblood is suddenly transplanted to a dramatic cliff, preaching his heartfelt message of eye contact. He is at home in the untamed wilderness; as gazelles prance around him, he lets his voice and perfectly tousled locks fly free. Meanwhile, two bandmates navigate a spaceship through rings of lasers in endlessly...
...which opens with Franz Ferdinand’s Nick McCarthy counting in German. It is a sweetly silly love song as well as, yes, a tribute to trams: “Let us celebrate this monument of progress / We have reduced emissions by 75%.” Frontman Gruff Rhys sings, “I will design the town in the image of your face / Round the wrinkles of your eyes my footsteps you can trace,” his near-falsetto perfectly suiting both the playful lyrics and the gorgeous melody. The lyrics play on both environmentalism...
It’s night, and Arcade Fire frontman Win Butler sits alone in the backseat (appropriate!) of a moving taxi. He’s singing the lyrics to “Windowsill,” which, like so many of the other tracks off 2007’s “Neon Bible,” strike a world-weary tone. “I don’t want the salesman knocking at my door,” Butler intones. “I don’t want to live in America no more...
...fragments of the melodramatic plot. But when the album is viewed as one cohesive folk-rock project, it acts as a bold statement of the band’s ambition.While the Portland-based band’s previous album, “The Crane Wife,” showcased frontman Colin Meloy’s affinity for lyrical storytelling, “The Hazards of Love,” the band’s fifth studio recording, takes these inclinations to an entirely new level. An hour-long saga of compelling fury that demands to be listened...