Word: songe
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Stacked Actors" opens the album with the familiar boiling and grinding of a band reeling back to strike. The surprise comes at the moment of explosion when the song suddenly drops into a swishy jazz hum while Grohl croons what sound like sweet nothings--but filled with spite and malice. The chorus smashes back in with reckless abandon and closes in a pile up of distortion and sludge but under it all there are new subtle touches. In "Aurora," what could have degenerated into forgettable mid-tempo filler is saved by spirals of guitar work that slip away...
...arrived at the Middle East Club at 7 p.m. on October 18, planning to interview Chicago rocker Wesley Willis, a 6'5", 300+ pound schizophrenic whose most popular song is either "The Chicken Cow" or "I Wupped Batman's Ass." He head-butted me and told me to come back...
...songs--well, they are indescribably bizarre. "They Threw Me Out of Church," "Birdman Kicked My Ass" and "Suck a Caribou's Ass" are highlights of Wesley Willis Greatest Hits Vol. 2, for example. The lyrics are just as tasteful. In each number, the chorus is a chanted repetition of the song's title, and the verses are a Willis story, often punctuated by someone getting stabbed in the ass or, in other instances, fellating a large mammal. His more tender tunes often declare that he loves a friend like "a milkshake" or "Post Raisin Bran...
...Most people did...and they were at last satisfied when Willis announced that his final song would be "I Wupped Batman's Ass." Fists pumped; the fans screamed and Wesley kicked off those famous opening lines..."Batman got on my nerves/ He was running me amok/ He ridiculed me, calling me a bum." About three minutes and 57 seconds later the concert was finished, as Willis rejected the clamor for an encore. "Get the f--- out of here," he said. "My vocals are getting worse. I got to save my vocals for the next show in Buffalo, New York. Rock...
...plays a 300-song MP-3 shuffle in his Pound Hall office, Professor Zittrain swivels around in his chair and confesses: "I'm definitely a little wired...