Footbah! – Seattle Seahawks vs Green Bay Packers

Well, time to start piling up some fat before Christmas, the first bell has rung and we have stopped dipping our toes in the water: the NFL season has started. Warm up was essential and it came with musical guests. Soundgarden delighted fans with ‘My Wave’, ‘Rusty Cage’, ‘Spoonman’ and ‘Outshined’. Sadly, we mortals on tv only managed to see ‘Been away too long’, so lucky … Continue reading Footbah! – Seattle Seahawks vs Green Bay Packers

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Looking back at… Soundgarden – Superunknown

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Why do you need new bands? Everyone knows rock attained perfection in 1974. It’s a scientific fact.
— Homer Simpson, “Homerpalooza”

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Singles reviewed: Soundgarden, Mega Aquarians, Mark Eitzel, Chris Helme, Watchers, Silver, Autumn Owls

Greetings, readers! I’ve got reflux. It isn’t fun. It’s like using hydrochloric acid for mouthwash. Do you know how painful that is? It’s like that time I was in Tijuana with my Uncle Joe and we met a couple of delincuentes malandros who sold us this high quality mezcal (it had three worms instead of one). Turns out it was quadruple distilled Bacardi. That shit is rank.

This week’s singles come courtesy of Basil Brush, so boom boom!

Ah, singles, right:

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Of how I found myself (on the 3rd day of Lollapalooza 2010)

There are times when one ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and there’s times where the opposite is the case. Thanks to that modern invention called “business trip”, the events I’m about to guide you through fit on the latter category.

Detroit is only 4 hours from Chicago, Chicago is 4.5 hours from Detroit (help me with the vector sum) and in the centre of Chicago, Millenium Park [Actually, Grant Park. Thanks for the comment section for correcting this editorial fail] to be precise, there’s the traditionally re-invented and corporate friendly version of the iconic 90s festival: Lollapalooza. That freak-show that Perry Farrell invented to expose the utmost hidden treasures of the “alternative” scene (whatever that means) and that now is a pseudo-cultural window display of ropey marketing, made up to the tiniest of details.

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