Off the Wall
As I write this column, the Michael Jackson trial remains in progress. By the time you (read: society) see this column, it’s possible that his guilt or innocence will have already been resolved.
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The Rock Lexicon
“I don’t read your magazine anymore,” says my 36-year-old sister as we ride in a rental car. “I don’t read your magazine anymore because all you guys ever write about is emo, and I don’t get it.”
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Spoon, 'Gimme Fiction' (Merge)
Nothing shapes you up like rejection. Just ask Wilco, who turned getting dropped from their record label four years ago into a strange kind of career move, complete with accompanying movie and books.
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Kaiser Chiefs, 'Employment' (Universal) British Sea Power, 'Open Season' (Rough Trade)
Coldplay sent a rush of blood to Britpop's head, inadvertently greasing the transatlantic trade routes for a deluge of weedy guitar bands. And because we Yanks nobly suffered through Starsailor et al. last year, we were rewarded with Franz Ferdinand, who have ushered in a far more appealing wave of loose, funked-up dancerock eager to liberate our car radios and monopolize our teen soaps.
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Various Artists, 'Camping' (BPitch Control)
In the early 1990s, post-wall Berlin discovered its love for techno deep in the Cold War rubble. Newly energized by liberation and unity, the city became a hot spot for activist artists and DJs. Minimal techno/ breaks goddess Ellen Allien felt its pull, teaching herself to make beats in the basement of a communal squat and, in 1999, founding the label BPitch Control.




