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...good-humored. For all that blending of rap and metal and punk, they're still craftsmanlike pop songs, peppy, hook-centered, reasonably entertaining. None of them are insufferable, but the only one that totally kicks ass is American Hi-Fi's "Vertigo," which happens to be the lone slab of undiluted Cheap Trick-era rawk. It doesn't extend an olive branch to hip-hop fans with a DJ scratch, or to metal fans with a jackhammer riff , and who cares? You can dance to it or make out to it or, I suspect, execute cheerleading moves...
...felt, the gray stuff used in refrigerator engines and as gaskets, has moved in too. The Feltup chair, from Minneapolis, Minn., designers Blu-Dot, uses felt made from recycled sweaters and socks for its slinglike seat. Furniture-design team Burning Relic makes a table with a 1-in.-thick slab of felt. British designer Anne Kyyro uses felt on blinds and lampshades...
...back to life. And so last month Weezer found itself making its debut at No. 4 on the Billboard charts, its video for Hash Pipe--an eccentric, grinding single about a transvestite hooker--breaking onto MTV's Total Request Live. Last week Break the Cycle (Flip Records/Elektra), an angsty slab of dysfunction-metal from Staind, entered the charts at No. 1, selling a surprising 716,000 copies in one week. Right behind it was Lateralus (Tool Dissectional/Volcano), from arty gloom rockers Tool, which came out at No. 1 a week before, displacing red-hot girl group Destiny's Child. (Weezer...
...friends were proud users of soft drugs. That fall I decided to comp for the Lampoon as the result of a chance encounter with a celebrated Lampoon genius mid-acid-trip—his, not mine. And that winter, a roommate and I managed to buy a one-pound slab of hashish, a gorgeous and remarkable object I still recall vividly...
...friends were proud users of soft drugs. That fall I decided to comp for the Lampoon as the result of a chance encounter with a celebrated Lampoon genius mid-acid-trip—his, not mine. And that winter, a roommate and I managed to buy a one-pound slab of hashish, a gorgeous and remarkable object I still recall vividly...