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When Joey passed, I made a few phone calls and talked to some friends and saw some of the same raw emotion I hadn't felt since John Lennon got shot in 1980. Joey was a good guy, a hero to punks and fans of punk; he was like Mickey Mantle or Orson Welles, a man both loved and respected. And punk mattered, it changed lives like jazz did or the '60s did. It was only stupid when it wanted to be; if you couldn't hear that, you would never break on through to the sheer sensual pleasure...
...popstars and actors into action heroes å lá Charlie’s Angels and The Matrix. With a team of professional stunt coordinators and martial arts choreographers lending their not-inconsiderable talents, Yip weaves pure action poetry of the frenzied, explosive kind. Words fail to describe the raw power distilled in each battle. The stars acquit themselves brilliantly, especially Chan. His natural athleticism proves an asset as he spins, flips, and flings perfectly executed kicks with hyperkinetic vengeance, a Bruce Lee on acid. He even displays his prowess with a pair of laser nunchakus, twirling and smashing...
...most visually exciting pieces is entitled “Midnight Snack,” a large acrylic and collage on canvas. The viewer is immediately drawn into the piece by its bold use of raw color and vibrant brush strokes. One of the few recognizable shapes in this painting is the female form in a large cooking pot. This image could be seen as a strong social statement that the artist is trying to make, but the abstraction of the piece leaves these questions ambigious...
...tiny insects showing through / And all them tiny insects look like you.” Along the same musical and topical lines, “Insanely Jealous” starts with an urgent but subdued bass throb, agitated hi-hat and the slender and raw tremolo of a violin. It gradually works into a deliberately guided frenzy of dipping and weaving bass and guitar squall—and, of course, the spit and muttered skewering of love: “But all I hear when they embrace is just the kiss of skulls...
Another Sky is not without its faults. One can only take so many saccharine, happy, cloyingly idyllic tracks before going into insulin shock. As light evanescence is followed by more of the same, one yearns for some display of brutally raw feeling. Alas, sweetness and light is all that Altan has to offer, their skilled musical maneuverings failing to stray from the same emotional note. But all things told, while Another Sky may not be the pot of gold at the end of the musical rainbow, it’s still a fine piece o’ work...