Word: nasality
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...although some of the songs are lively and short enough so that they don't have to. "Unlucky in Love," for example, doesn't say much of anything, but its sonic-boom noise and punk/polka rhythm make it great fun. Otherwise, the new Rank and File's hybrid of nasal vocals and buzzsaw guitars sound like uniform drone. Rank and File may catapult the band to MTV stardom (and Rhino Records out from the novelty and oldies bins in record stores), but such success will come at the expense of the band's more interesting elements...
...actress-singer orchestrates her vocal versatility and preternatural empathy to slip inside the spirit of each song. Performing the title tune from The Rose, the lovely mantra of regeneration that has become Bette's Over the Rainbow, she sings in her own haunting alto. But she can go seductively nasal for E Street Shuffle, chicly bonkers for Twisted, brassy and clinging for her evocations of the low-biz Songstresses Vicki Eydie and Dolores DeLago. Midler's most powerful number, Stay with Me (best heard on the sound-track album of her 1980 concert film, Divine Madness), is the plea...
Other pharmocological possibilities include a nasal spray and a trans-dermal patch, said Hitchcock, who added that these products will not reach the market in the near future...
...like throwing gas on the cocaine fire," says Manhattan Special Prosecutor Sterling Johnson. A gram of coke costs about $100, but two beads, or pea-shaped pieces, of crack go for $10, enough to guarantee a single user two or three blissful joyrides. Coke sniffers so constrict their nasal passages that they can no longer snort the stuff, while heroin users must constantly search for new veins to pop. The only limit on the amount of crack an addict can use is the amount he has. "There is no such thing as saving crack," says Dr. Herbert Kleber of Yale...
...like seeing one of the lost panoramas that were so popular in 19th century America scrolling creakily past, a journey re-created as spectacle, stripped of its pastoral imagery and retooled in terms of media glut. Hey, look! you hear the nasal voice of the artist saying: this is what the banks of the electronic Mississippi look like as they glide by. Here is a succession of odd dreams, bigger than life: a red fingernail the size of a mudguard, a slough of squirming orange spaghetti, a girl whose perfect, impersonal beauty has to advertise something other than herself...