Drumroll please: Amanda Palmer’s forthcoming book, The Art of Asking has a cover. And hey, it’s actually kind of… Read More
The devolution of Wayne Coyne from fearless freak into fearful fuckwit has been one of the saddest spectacles in the music industry over the last few years. He was responsible for at least two of the truly great albums of the 1990s, and now he’s doing drugs with Kesha and filming Miley Cyrus in bed. This week sees the release of the first single from the upcoming record With a Little Help from My Fwends, in which Wayne and his
sycophants wacky pals cover Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in its entirety! How wild and crazy!
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You may have heard that one enterprising individual has raised over $60,000 through Kickstarter to make a humble potato salad.… Read More
I remember the first time I saw the Flaming Lips. It was at the Big Day Out festival in Melbourne in 2004. It was the first time I’d seen Wayne Coyne in his gray suit, smearing blood on his face and pulling his balloon-into-the-crowd stunt. The show was… I hesitate to say “spiritual,” but it was a profoundly beautiful and moving experience in a way that very few rock shows are, a demonstration of how music can be a force that’s inspiring and healing and uplifting.
That was 2004. This is 2014. The man who held the crowd in the palm of his hand that night has spent the last five years in a quest to apparently become the worst person in rock ‘n’ roll, culminating in yesterday’s report on Gawker that he fired his drummer of 12 years for objecting to one of Coyne’s friends wearing a Native American headdress on Instagram. Wayne Coyne, what the fuck? … Read More
Walking, talking think-piece Amanda Palmer has a knack for insinuating herself into the cultural conversation: just when you think she might have finally gone away, she returns like a persistent odor. Her latest trick, if you missed it last night, was to conflate the message of Steve McQueen’s 12 Years A Slave with, um, the reaction to Macklemore winning a bunch of Grammys. If this makes no sense to you, well, you’re not the only one — but, loath as I am to give Palmer any more attention than she already has, it’s worth looking at this further, because it demonstrates some wider points about the way we approach questions of race and identity politics in America. … Read More
Look, anyone can wheel out the same old mildly risqué “controversial” Halloween costumes to make a splash at this year’s parties — but seriously, if you really want to make an impression (while avoiding being an utter, utter fuckwit), you need something contemporary. With that in mind, here are some suggestions for topical pop culture costumes that will genuinely terrify your friends. Watch everyone cower in terror — or, if they’re drunk, maybe pick a fight with you — as you emerge from the bathroom as any of this lot. You’re welcome! … Read More
The Internet is a wasteland — or, if you’re feeling more glass-half-full, a haven — for trolling, pandering, and self-aggrandizing, whether it be in innovative or particularly reductive ways. Every day there’s at least one or two obnoxious things that is deserving of our hate-click, and our temporary outrage only brings the unnecessary attention to such ridiculata. Yet we can’t help ourselves from promoting it, now can we? Join us in this new feature, where each week we nominate the worst Internet-based events of the previous five days, and determine which of the nominees is, in fact, The Worst. … Read More
Justin Timberlake’s new single “TKO” dropped last week, and because we are professionals, we forced ourselves to listen to it despite the fact that it starts with the refrain, “She killed me with that coochie-coochie-coo.” The song doesn’t get a whole lot better, to be honest, but that particular line is surely the least appetizing sex-related lyric of the year (honestly, who uses the word “cooch” outside of high school?!), and it started an intra-office conversation about where it rates in the pantheon of hilariously awful sex lyrics. Here are the results of our highly scientific discussion: a giggle-inducing survey of the worst of the worst. You’re welcome. … Read More
Former married couple Roseanne Barr and Tom Arnold recently destroyed each other on Twitter over, well, divorced couple stuff. Barr was not happy after Arnold tweeted about giving his old wedding videos to Goodwill, and the resulting feud was not just biting (“I’ve got old wedding videos from several women. Why you think it’s all about YOU? Good lord I feel sorry for Monsanto with you on their asses”), but pretty depressing. It was like listening to your parents fight, and hearing it all through social media made it that much worse. Both of them could probably use a break from Twitter, as well as the following ten celebrities. … Read More
2012 has been a crazy year in many ways, and the music industry hasn’t exactly been immune to its air of pervading insanity. (In fairness, the music industry is rarely immune to any sort of insanity, but still, humor us here.) This year has given us a particularly rich vein of memorable controversies, conflicts, and contretemps, and as part of our ongoing end-of-year wrap-up, we’re looking back at some of the most significant. Some of these are hilarious, some of them depressing, some of them hilariously depressing, and some just plain old bewildering — but from the resurrection of dead rappers through homeless people functioning as wifi hotspots to a record company suing an entire country, all of them have been worth remembering. … Read More