Word: nasalate
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Imagine this scenario: terrorists release an airborne, antibiotic-resistant strain of anthrax in a major European capital. Without vaccines or antitoxins to reduce fatalities, the public is largely unprotected. But the government quickly dispenses a new nasal spray that puts people's immune systems into overdrive, protecting them not only against anthrax but a whole range of pathogens, including many of the deadly bioterrorist agents that governments believe are most likely to be used. It sounds farfetched, but last week's ricin arrests in London show that the possibility of a bioterror attack is not fantasy. British Prime Minister Tony...
...before he hooked up with Sam Phillips' Sun Records, Elvis did a demo tape he recorded a noble-masochism ballad called "I'll Never Stand in Your Way." (The cut appears on RCA's four-CD, 100-song set "Platinum: A Life in Music.") Here his voice is thin, nasal, with an attack of naked innocence and, yes, a feminine vibrato...
...onstage: the camera zeroes in on their hands, as Martin coolly downs a Scotch and Lewis fusses with his props. From their first meeting in 1945 through their heyday in the 1950s, Martin and Lewis shows how they fused opposite stereotypes--the smoky Italian lover and the nervous, nasal Jewish kid--into a sex-and-yuks act more successful than either had been separately. In fact, the pairing of needy Jerry and detached Dean wasn't quite amore, but it was good business...
...songs, at least to the untrained ear, have little lyrical content, and what they do have is largely irrelevant: words are simply a starting point and an excuse to add Claypool’s nasal vocals to the Flying Frog’s sonic stew. Songs are extended almost indefinitely, mutating as they go. It’s as though Sigur Ros got very drunk and woke up in Vermont playing blues for rock fans. Claypool even led the crowd in a Viking chant...
...strengths are plainly apparent. Frontman and only permanent Goat John Darnielle bolsters his claim to the title of indie-rock’s poet laureate with witty and insightful lyrics about a doomed-from-the-start marriage lying stagnantly in Tallahassee, Florida. His furious strumming is matched by his nasal voice, passionate and confident, making lyrics that other artists would be hard-pressed to pull off sound beautiful and perfectly fitting...