Best example of noisy sax awesomeness, as far as I'm concerned: "Let's Buy A Bridge" by Swell Maps.

I can't imagine seeing Lightning Bolt on drugs. Their live show is like a drug in and of itself.

My favorite thing about the original Last House is the soundtrack. It takes a really sick sense of humor to put such jaunty songs over such brutality. Also I think the film is edited really well, all those jump cuts where you don't expect them really puts you so much more on edge.

Tobias is right, In A Year of 13 Moons makes Ali look like Tommy Boy by comparison. And while we're on the subject of Fassbinder, has anyone actually sat through all 17 or so hours of Berlin Alexanderplatz and lived to tell the tale?

Night Birds is, for me, far and away the best of the post-Ergs! bands. Just non-stop in your face proto surf rock snottiness. And you have to see them live if you get a chance. I saw them a few months back, having only heard a little of their stuff, and it was one of the most fun shows I've ever been to. Mike…

I kind of touched on this a bit on one of the threads above (and my "touched on", I mean I called Paul's TV wife a cunt a bunch of times), but I've noticed this alarming trend in sitcoms where it seems as though the writers of the show don't do any character development besides either, a.) Give the character a single…

They give him absolutely nothing to work with here. They may as well have cut in tiny snippets of his scenes from Eastbound and Down and digitally added Paul Reiser's untalented asshole son (I know it's really mean to call a ten year old kid an untalented asshole, but seriously, I know an untalented asshole when I see…

Yeah, I watched last night's episode out of sheer morbid curiosity, and it did not disappoint, by which I mean it was completely disappointing on every possible level. The show could barely keep up with a single one of it's completely inane story lines (I'm pretty sure taking your kid out of school for a dentist's…

Turtles kind of ARE condescending, if you really think about it.

Me and my friends talked to him for a few minutes after seeing TVOTR tear the fucking roof off of the Starlight Ballroom in October '06. He was very humble and gracious, just seemed like an all-around good guy. We asked him what music he listened to, and he recommended us a bunch of records by Brian Eno, My Bloody…

Maybe it will have a late-era resurgence in fans, and you can feeeeeeeeel it cooooooooming baaaaaaack A-GIN!

-No cabs allowed to be here

Capturing The Hogans

May some triflin'-ass bitch rip out your weave!

I'll add to the love for Dharma Bums and Big Sur, and also throw in some love for Maggie Cassidy. One of the best books about the promises and excitement of childhood—-and how adulthood puts beautiful things in such ugly fucking perspective—I've ever read. Personally I never got what the big deal with On the Road was,…

Oliver, that's the only part that still bothers me too!

Yeah, because that's the main issue with Red Dawn. Plausibility.

I ditched my yahoo email account when I clicked on a story about a gay teen who committed suicide over being bullied, and the majority of the comments were from Bible thumpers salivating over thoughts of the punishment this kid had awaiting him in Hell. You don't have to deal with that shit on gmail, just saying.

Hells yes, Sherbert. These kids can have their Megan Fox, gimme Linnea Quigley any day of the week.

Pro tip: try reading Georgy's comments in the voice of Bob Odenkirk's "Wow, he's really changed!" guy from the first episode of Mr. Show.