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...Middle East is a restaurant/nightclub where punk rock and the Near East collide. On Sundays and Wednesdays, groups of dancers shake their stuff up the aisles, wowing the patrons with their sass and flexibility. Paying a small cover charge on Wednesday will give you access to an entire night of performances accompanied by live Middle Eastern music, with bands hailing from Armenia to Lebanon. DJ Garabed mixes on most Sunday nights. On the last Sunday of the month, patrons can also take mini-lessons and buy hip scarves of their own from one of the vendors. To get into...
...about 70 seconds you could mistake Franz Ferdinand for the Strokes. Take Me Out, from the group's March 9 self-titled debut, opens with a standard modern-rock guitar riff and studiously disinterested vocals from singer Alex Kapranos. Then the pace shifts, the guitar goes punk, the rhythm section goes disco, and Kapranos goes nuts. He's singing about how he would rather be shot than live without his girl, but Kapranos doesn't get overwrought. He doesn't really sing either--he swings, like Dean Martin on uppers...
DIED. STEPHEN SPROUSE, 50, fashion designer and artist; of heart failure; in New York City. Sprouse, who began sketching for clothier Bill Blass at age 14 and designed clothes for Debbie Harry, front woman of the rock group Blondie, made the off-kilter downtown punk aesthetic accessible to chic uptown sophisticates. He also created the high-profile line of "graffiti" handbags for Louis Vuitton...
...same oblique way that the Strokes evoke New York circa 1977, it could be said that Franz Ferdinand’s self-titled debut evokes London circa 1981. Their post-punk sound has led some to call them the new Joy Division, but this is unfair for two reasons: first, they shoot much higher than cynical retro-fetishism, and, second, Joy Division were never this good...
...It’s always better on holiday / That’s why we only work when we need the money,” singer Alex Kapranos enthuses while guitars rage and cascade beneath him. The result sounds like a new wave torch song crossed with a high-velocity punk thrasher crossed with a beer hall anthem. It’s also the best guitar rock song in years...