Flash Fictions :: The Theory of Relativity :: Monday, September 11th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: The Life and Times of Tanzee… part one :: Monday, September 11th, 2000

“Hey you fucks,” he yelled at the incessantly crying children. “Can’t you shut up for a minute?”

Precipitate8 samples the nightlife in the city that Mickey built, Orlando, for a blur of goth clubs, drugs, bad silver shirts, and stand-offs with vampires.

I first got wind of Vallejo back about two years ago when doing some concert …

Bursting out with a definite West Coast feel… that chaotic pop melodic diss…

Summer Of ‘84 was their debut, and it sucked. It was a poor effort. Po…

First thought is something like country-emo. Starting out with a mellow, scen…

What is there left to say about this band? They’ve given us some of the fines…

If you’re going to name your album In My Prime, you’d better be prepar…

Elliot James & the Snakes at Smith’s Olde Bar in Atlanta, GA on July 30, 2000. Concert review by Roi Tamkin.

Starting of with a minimal sorta Jets To Brazil meets the Psychedelic Furs ki…

Persons sound like they’ve been stuck in a dressing room since the ’80s, emer…

I couldn’t believe my ears and eyes as I was hearing some really great sounds…

Sweet sweet pop music. It’s gotta be always spring time where this band plays…

“At the reading he groped all the women and danced like a fool and talked loudly, and blew up the motherfucking spot, brightened the room, like a rock star should. He was a character, drunk and lecherous, charming and disarming, insecure and bullishly brave, fun and worth all the attention he was asking for.”

For awhile during the mid-‘80s, the BoDeans were one of the great bands in Am…

A harsh, driving, almost-shoegazing guitar blur leads into that pure emo-rock…

A quick four-song shot from the Stereo to keep the home fires burning between…

This is a well-produced, well-written sophomore album. A lot of hardcore song…