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...Lost Total Control”: if those song titles don’t sound strangely familiar, then you don’t listen to rock music. Parody’s the point.And Adams does it ridiculously well, getting nearly everyone right. There’s the Edge-like guitar of “So Alive”; Adams underscores the joke by imitating Bono’s legato quaver. The “Wish You Were Here” intro harkens back to “Jessie’s Girl,” and “Burning Photographs?...
...production crew, the Hitmen, are conspicuously absent–is markedly better than the rest. “Pray,” the first song and second track of the record, goes right for the jugular. Heavy rhythmic bass, a pulsing melody, shouts, and a distorted guitar accompany Jay’s straightforward, unremitting delivery. The sparking of what is presumably a J at the end of the track blazes the way for the mellifluous and soulful track to follow, “American Dreamin’,” which sends the listener back to the 70s with...
...height of their popularity, but it just feels bogus and dated in 2007. “One in a Million” epitomizes the corny sound that dominates “Unbreakable.” AJ’s drawled delivery of the lyrics, the strumming synthesized guitar, and crooning accompaniment of the remaining Boys results in a sickly amalgamation of sounds. “Unbreakable” appears to have been produced in an uninspired pop music factory. The lack of variation from song to song is actually astonishing. “Inconsolable” features the Boys belting...
...latest video from inscrutably-named indie-dance combo !!! is for the song “Yadnus,” an unearthly blues-funk groove with nonsensical lyrics, a relentless beat, a wailing refrain, and a guitar attack so furious it threatens to tear the song apart. The video opens with white-lipped, disembodied singing mouths, framed between shots of roadkill that’s been strewn across the velvet-black surface of its natural habitat. As if viewers weren’t visually stimulated enough, the director guides the audience to random shots...
...dozen people have gathered inside the Industrial Evangelistic Fellowship's modest community center in Macau, where the Rev. Jimmy Tan strums his guitar and belts out Christian songs with the small group before him. Latecomers trickle in well past the meeting's 9:30 p.m. start time, but no one seems to mind - many of them work multiple jobs and are used to odd hours. Seated in a semicircle of plastic chairs, the engineers, police officers, health-care workers and casino dealers have something in common: they are all addicted to gambling. The group meets once a week to hear...