Word: ragingly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...tear gas dispensed by one side and the stink bombs set off by the other lingered in mouth and throat. Across the scene (phalanxes of blue-helmeted cops, battle jeeps with barbed wire like mustaches across their grilles, the guerrilla-idealist young in tantrum, their faces contorted with rage) there swept not only rhythmic waves of sound ("Hey, Hey, L.B.J., how many kids did you kill today?") but an amazing Satanic smell, a Yippie genius' brew that simulated vomit, decomposing flesh, death, cloaca and kindred flavors. It was what evil would smell like if it were available in an aerosol...
Nevertheless, the band's album lives on and deserves to be heard. Simply put, it is the best rock release of the year so far. Like such cutting-edge performers as Beck, Tricky and Rage Against the Machine, Sublime draws confidently on the group's new CD from both alternative rock and avant-garde hip-hop, creating a sound that is sharp and soulful. The band also tosses reggae and ska (a faster, jerkier reggae precursor) into the sonic mix, resulting in songs that are hard to categorize and harder still to resist. While much of today's pop wallows...
...film's flourishes include everything you've seen in the trailers: the ominous reflection of Klan members in a shop window; Spacey's prosecutor Buckley brandishing a bulky gun to make a point; or Samuel L. Jackson's face at any of his many stages of pop-eyed rage. Other touches involve the bathing of a Klan member tete-a-tete in ethereal light or Jake's haggard face in the lined shade of half-open blinds...
...here, and Levy notably restrained in providing it, given that one of Lewis' salient attributes as a performer is that he exudes a palpable sense of self-satisfaction coupled with an unslakeable, almost scary thirst for adoration--not to mention, as his career progressed and then faltered, an underlying rage. In fact, Levy argues convincingly that Lewis' Nutty Professor alter ego, the suave, egotistical and nasty crooner Buddy Love, is more a knowing self-portrait than, as is generally assumed, a satiric jab at Martin...
...much and Begbie's there, ready to reel off a stream of incoherent expletives and then sink a broken beer bottle into your neck. Tearing up a hotel room, living uninvited at Renton's, fighting dirty in brawls--he perfectly embodies the worst of every violent, drunken rage...