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Dirty Dining
Bizarre
Blue Cheese ‘n’ Coney Island
Koch
Bizarre wants to rock out with his cock out. In these post-Don Imus times, it’s good to see Bizarre is still nasty and not cleaning up his act. In case you haven’t heard, ever since Imus uttered “nappy headed hoes,” rap lyrics have been attacked by Fox News, Al Sharpton and Congress (screw the troops, crank that Soulja Boy!).
As one of Eminem’s homeys, he's infamous for sidesplitting, gully lyrics like “I was responsible for killin John Candy/Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my ‘98 Camry” and downright sleazy sex raps, “I fucked my cousin in his asshole / slit my mother’s throat.” Imagine a freakshow where a shirtless carny jiggles his belly, rubs his stomach and does “Da Fat Boy Dance." This is Bizarre’s new album.
The red-light romp “Sex Tape” is littered with piss-your-pants pop-culture punchlines as Bizarre gives a tour of his dungeon where he uploads his conquests to YouTube, bangs Martha Stewart, tells some broad to lube his asshole and fantasizes about doing it doggystyle with Rudy from The Cosby Show while she calls him Dr. Huxtable.
Since Bizarre splits his time between the Dirty Glove and A-Town, Blue Cheese marries surly, grimy, graffitied Detroit shelter rap with the full-bodied funk of a wood-grain grippin’ pimp in a Cadillac bendin’ corners on the way to Atlanta’s Club 112. This blend of Motown and Dirty South might seem odd, but take a stroll downtown on a weekend night and you’ll hear plenty of Gucci Mane, Young Jeezy and Lil’ Wayne blaring from pimped-out rides.
Seeing that it’s close to Halloween, I would’ve loved to see Bizarre hook up with Jeezy’s gothic beatman Shawty Redd for a Detroit take on ghoulish trap-muzik. Coming close is “Welcome To The D,” a hard-edged club shaker in the spirit of K Deezy that attacks the speakers with thumping tenacity. Hearing Bizarre and Kuniva enthusiastically attack a beat more suited for T.I. is entertaining, especially when Bizarre sprinkles in some humor, “AK’s will turn ya to mozzarella / old folks sayin he was such a good fella.”
Aside from sporadic gangster raps, Blue Cheese is a gut-busting, goofy serving from a lovable weirdo. On the intro to “G-14,” Bizarre jokes, “Is it gay for you to chew a Blow Pop and give your boy the gum?” Slightly offensive, but with the P.C. police trying to censor artists and impede freedom of speech, kudos to Bizarre for wanting to make people laugh. — Tom Matich
Dave Gahan
Hourglass
Mute
Martin Gore always wrote the songs Depeche Mode frontman Dave Gahan sung. After finally penning some tunes on DM’s Playing The Angel (2005), Gahan returns with Hourglass, his second solo. There are two kinds of Gahan solo songs: the gloomy gus (“Miracles”) or imitation Trent Reznor (the feisty “Kingdom”). I love the Mode, but this is pointless. Dave: stick with Gore. — TM
Múm
Go Go Smear The Poison Ivy
Fat Cat
Icelandic glitch techs Múm have toned down their ambient roots and beefed up their songs with a new fuller vocal style and a myriad of live instruments. With songs like “Moon Pulls” we see Múm exploring more traditional song structures whilst maintaining their trademark experimentation. Carefully orchestrated, Go Go is filled with lush, vibrant soundscapes: definitely worth a listen. — BB
The Cult
Born Into This
Roadrunner
Don't be fooled, Born Into This is still The Cult. Ian Astbury still sings like a badass, but the lead guitar that once ripped up eardrums is sadly gone. If it's nostalgic Cult that you're after then you’re better off getting some of their old work; it’s some of the best music ever recorded. This album, as a stand-alone work, isn’t too bad, but if you’re a fan of The Cult then expect to be disappointed. — AR
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Various Artists
Ghoul’s Delight: A Monster Party Record
Bellyache Records
31 original songs of creepiness, reveling in nostalgic bubble-gum garage revival, musing on light-hearted fantastic, darker chills and fancy freakouts. Lyrical content may be rooted in the graveyard but each entry is distinctive. Quite the grouping of local rock heroes. — J. Milo
in my ear
So They Say
What’s more bizarre than a peeping tom? Perhaps the dystopian, 1984 world of brain scans and video cameras watching our every move. Hailing from St. Louis, the punks from So They Say are embracing paranoia with their sophomore album, Life In Surveillance. Taking cues from My Chemical Romance, So They Say thrash with ricocheting riffs. “Wake Me Up,” is the perfect break-up anthem for an emo kid with a broken heart. Throw on your zaniest Johnny Rotten costume and check them out October 31 at The Hayloft Liquor Stand.
Tool
10,000 Days
Journey
Time 3
Explosions in the Sky
The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place
Deftones
White Pony
Sevendust
Home
Circa Survive
On Letting Go
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin III
The Killers
Sam’s Town
Atreyu
Lead Sails Paper Anchor
Refused
The Shape of Punk to Come
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