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Come listen to a night of German music sung by one of Harvard’s Holden Chapel Choirs, the Harvard-Radcliffe Collegium Musicum, conducted by Kevin Leong. This mixed choir is joined by the Brattle Street Chamber Players, a thirteen person string orchestra. They will play selected works by Bach, Schütz, Rheinberger, and Herzongenberg. Harvard-Radcliffe Collegium Musicum. Tickets $18/14 general; $9/7 students/seniors. 8 p.m. Sanders Theater...
...fact that Sandler’s fans have apparently discovered a new obsession—the dance club scene. DJs have remixed a number of the tracks off Shh...Don’t Tell—including “Secret,” a lyrically weak song sung to a thumping bass beat—with all of the workings of popular house music. Of the various remixes, the “Gay Robot” track remains the favorite for DJs to throw against manic dance beats. The consensus among clubgoers seems to be that not only...
...album is sure to be a hit with the apparent target audience of young teenage boys, especially with lyrics like those of “The Mule Session,” sung in a country-blues style over inarticulate strums of acoustic guitar: “My sister’s on the dope and my brother always picks his nose.” This album, as is the case with many of Sandler’s previous albums, is a resurrection of all of those jokes you remember hearing long ago in grammar school being spit out by purple...
...smooth crooning that the Beautiful Girls make their unique mark. Unlike many contemporary rap songs, those of the Beautiful Girls do not replace any sense of musicality with redundancy or a booming bass. A surprisingly high standard of music is maintained throughout this album, and the emotional lyrics sung by a genuine vocalist provide a much-needed breath of fresh air from the hum drum music of our day. The intermittent raps add a jolt of spice to the already piquant brew, and everything somehow just seems to work for the band...
...official website says. Apparently, this is a big deal, according to the senior at Daedalus who sung the praises of Dylan’s “introspective return to his folk and country, pre-Verlaine, post-Guthrie roots phase” while sipping a martini and flipping her coif. (“I really love it when he gets back to his roots,” she added.) But we had one question: who the fuck is this...