Word: hewn
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...built a notorious reputation on its purposely infantile attitude and a somewhat haphazard fusion of riot grrl and disco-pop. With this new album, the band manages to accomplish what few expected, filing away the childlike antics and eschewing the rough-hewn punk aesthetic for more complex arrangements, thus fashioning a mature update of their distinctive sound. Whether they are ultimately successful, however, is less certain...
Time, though, wore down the rough-hewn edges of Gob’s political and social outlook. Their next album—the 1998 release How Far Shallow Takes You—is, in its insouciance, vastly different from Too Late. The song titles alone reveal as much: The list of tracks list is conspicuously devoid of such titles as “Fuck them” and “Asshole,” two tracks from Too Late. Lyrically, the songs are much tamer, and indicate a shift in focus towards some of punk music?...
...founder, Gregg Ginn, used the business acumen he picked up from a surplus radio equipment business he operated out of his home to market his band's records by mail. Soon he began to put out albums by other bands who, like Black Flag, were too rough-hewn and eccentric to attract major record labels. Solid State Tuners, or SST, as it became known, was the name of both the radio parts enterprise and the tiny record label he used to release whatever obscurities he pleased...
...northwest from Male. The development (motto: "No shoes, no news") specializes in rustic chic: there are TVs, minibars, quadraphonic sound and a spa, but all are hidden in well-spaced thatched villas tucked in a beachfront jungle. Floors are sand or tiled, electronics are concealed and furniture is rough-hewn wood or rattan. Guests also dress to blend in. But then, why would you need to show off when just being there sets you above hoi polloi: the cheapest low-season rate is $391 for two people per day, and in the high season, $2,926. "Sometimes when guests drop...
...with slats between the boards. Maybe you?re eating an ice-cream cone. You?re feeling happy, carefree. You?re enjoying the slap-slap sound your flip-flops are making against the wood. Suddenly, one foot catches in a slat, and you?re falling, falling, and landing on roughly hewn wood. You?ve lost your composure and your ice-cream cone. You have, however, gained about 30 splinters...