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Ozzie Guillen has called a lot of people a lot of names during his tenure as the White Sox’ manager. This happens so often it goes largely unnoticed. It’s often dismissed as par for the course, but a noticable aspect of what makes him such an enigmatic presence in the South Side dug out.
By: Chris [...]

It’s amazing how many things can change in eight hours. As a sat at my computer this morning, mulling over how to best critique Carlos Zambrano’s slow decline from league prominence to utter mediocrity, there was no indication whatsoever that I would be eating my words by night fall.
I have happily done so.
-Chris De Salvo, [...]

Finally, the masses have a record they can latch onto that’s all ‘Love Below’, and no ‘Speakerbox’ …sounds like a suburban dream right? The only problem with the scenario is this: the dynamic that this very capable, Atlantic duo are obviously catering to with this album, don’t actually like music… and they will hang them out to dry in a second.

There are a lot of pitfalls on this album, that’s completely undeniable. But the moments of freshman mistakes you end up forgiving pretty quickly just on the merits of the ambition and fever behind the group of guys doing it.

American. An object of or pertaining to the United States of America or its inhabitants.

We could (( if we really wanted to )) trace the roots of Performance Art back to German Bauhaus’ work around 1919 or 1920, or certainly the Futurists, or the American born (( by former German Bauhaus )) Black Mountain Collage… but while educated artists were applying formulas to routines, using storytelling and imagination to relate ideas and politics to their audience, G.G. Allen was right down the street cutting himself to ribbons while rubbing his own shit in his wounds.

Here we have another caustic release from Frayser Boy, triple-six’s main antagonist. As you probably figured, if you’re any kind of fan of DJ Paul and Juicy J.’s past producing work, the themes here don’t stray far from the mark. Always aggressive, and always a thug to the tee Frayser Boy delivers a full on affront.

Justice breaks down into two equal parts: one part Xavier de Rosney one part Gaspard Auge. And the two heads have cracked a very simple code: good beats + great hooks + a frantic energy = everyone dancing their asses off. Everyone I’ve played this record for has loved it.

WICKER PARK- Yesterday my friend was in an accident. As she patrolled her ten-speed to work, a minivan stopped short in front of her. She had little time to react, and careened straight into the trunk of the car. Despite being badly shaken up by the occurrence, she suffered only a few minor wounds, and [...]