Word: thugs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...experimental changes in her voice succeed better when they pertain to the meaning of the songs. Her accent helps her role as an Aussic in "The Dreaming" or as a Cockney thug blowing up a bank in "There Goes a Tenner." Her frequent use of electronic voice-altering techniques help set the mood of many of the songs. At the end of "Keep it Open" the words are lost and her voice seems to become another instrument. She seems to sing backwards along a wavering Oriental line...
...autos, walk with a surly Gestapo swagger and carve their initials in the nearest human flesh. There is never a dull moment, never a suspension of disbelief, never a security guard around when the rowdies are methodically tearing the place down. Everybody at Contact High, from prom queen to thug, is dazzlingly photogenic. Nobody ever cracks a book...
...Fifth Amendment, cover-up or anything else, if it'll save it, save the plan." The statesman, the architect of detente and the opening to China, talks in these moments like a don organizing the rackets in Brooklyn: the leader of the free world as a paranoid thug. Watergate was a large and shadowy kingdom. At least some of its landscape came at last to seem a portrait of the darkling mind of Nixon himself. The House Judiciary Committee made a long, pained bipartisan examination of that countryside and adopted articles of impeachment that sounded with a resonant sadness...
...Hitler has gone down in history as the personification of evil, Mussolini has won his own immortality as the archetypal thug. But the founder of Fascism was a complex thug who could never make up his mind whether he wanted to be a fearsome breaker of the peace, like his neighbor to the north, or a geopolitical showman, the P.T. Barnum of international politics. Judging from Denis Mack Smith's study, by far the more solid and persuasive of these two new biographies, the Duce (chief) was a bit of both...
...more I thought about my Penn Station encounter, the more I had to dismiss the lock-em-up, cut-their-balls-off solutions so tempting during those first moments of rage. My assailant was a smoothie, not a thug. That was plain from the way he discreetly sidled up to me to show his gun, from his craftiness in taking only those items that could not incriminate him (no cards, just cash), and from his use of icy threats rather than force. No Hobbesian brute this--he seemed instead a rational, calculating man acting out of self-interest, not instinct...