Word: slow
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...justify indie sex and swagger. The sexually dubious hotness only furthers the confusion one feels about the band’s new sound. The band speeds up to a climax that seems to say “Look, we have heard the Vines before,” only to slow down to the familiar Reptilian garble that we love to pretend not to love. New Strokes? Old Strokes? Which is better? More posturing, more cool outfits, more “We are so random, no?”The video is almost rescued when some drunken oral ambition goes horribly...
...often to smile and communicate with Eno, the band members operated as a well-oiled machine, cohesive in the way bands that lack extravagant individual virtuosos have to be. The band showcased their best qualities, namely Daniel’s likeable vocal approach and on the alternating use of slow climax and simple backbeats (although he had a full kit, Eno could have done the same job with just snare, bass, and hi-hat). Sometimes sounding like art-pop legends 10cc covering Prince, and other times sounding completely themselves, Spoon delivered all the fun their fad-clad audience could?...
...many times its perimeters had been compromised. Stick your hand in front of its face, and it uses color recognition to determine that you are human, and then it offers a high five. Be quick about it, because it's apt to pull the old "you're too slow" maneuver. It comes with a green bowling ball and three red pins, which it can recognize on sight and play with a little. The play is clumsy, but it's still impressive to see it carry one red pin over to the other two and set it down without being directed...
...behalf. We have to bring the substance of the alliance up to the level it should have achieved a long time ago." Shigeru Ishiba, a Diet member, former defense minister and well-known hawk, agrees. Lawless, says Ishiba, is "genuinely frustrated at what he sees as Japan's slow pace of change. And I can't say I blame him. I am frustrated...
Then there's the course itself. Stepping up to the first tee, I could hear my father's voice: Keep your eyes on the ball, slow down your upswing, swivel your hips. I could almost hear his sigh of exasperation. Instead I swung hard, too hard, and completely missed. I tried again, and this time skulled it, sending the ball ricocheting off a few boulders before it disappeared. With admirable stoicism, Afzal dispatched two caddies to find his precious ball in the dry scrub. "Maybe you try putting," he said...