The imposing Midnight Oil frontman returns to music with his solo debut.
How did we ever find something like this not morally objectionable?
You don’t mind a little squeegee squeaking, do you?
Dang, you people are so juvenile.
New thriller plays it clean with respect to the haunting/possession genre.
Sylvan dishes a hunka burnin’ something on Geret Nixon.
A good album that comes frustratingly close to being a great one.
Surprisingly effective chomper debuts prior to “Shark Week.”
Chivalry is dead.
Creamy or runny?
Ah love…and fiber.
They don’t smile, they don’t swim, they don’t do squat!
We at Popdose talk a lot about those off the ranch but seldom about out longtime farmhands. I’m not sure how I wound up on this path but go with it. D.X. Ferris has been providing Popdose readers with his comic strip Suburban Metal Dad for several years now, and has recently collected a large part of the run into a book, Suburban Metal Dad: Compendium One: Raging Bullsh*t (Years III and IV) (Volume 1), which you are cheerfully encouraged to check out. A lot of the hows and whys about the strip are covered in the forward to Ferris’ book, so it was a bit of work to not cause him to duplicate himself. Why buy the cow if you’re getting the milk — okay, enough of that. Ferris runs an independent book publishing company and had a great deal of success with his book on the band Slayer. We found this aspect intriguing and, since we already knew Suburban Metal Dad was funny and irreverent to nearly everything, the line of questioning drifted …
We don’t make mistakes. I…said…WE DON’T MAKE MISTAKES.
We demand this criticism of criticism be taken down immediately!
Endings never sounded so good.
Violence never solves anything!
In the first half of the Aughts, ’70s AM Radio called “modern” pop music and wanted it back.
Scouring JasonHare.com for remnants is going too far above and beyond. And I’m lazy.
Sometimes you just go a bit too far.
Selis succeeds with a record about forgiving yourself.
Are we ready should the illusion be shattered?
A story of music, legacy, eyebrows, money, and battered family ties.
How much wood would a woodcarver carve if a woodcarver could carve wood?
It’s educational! It’s informative! It’s bull pucky!
Mistaken identity. What a drag.
“‘Sup Brah, you can call me ‘Tuul’…”
The white guy won it.