December 1989
The month Cat Butt broke. And the infinite wisdom of Republican gambling addicts.
By Chuck Klosterman; Spin Staff 11.22.05 4:00 AM
Whenever people write about the Rolling Stones, they inevitably feel obligated to make some kind of predictable joke about how the Stones are ancient, and how they recorded their first single, "Come On," during the Woodrow Wilson administration, and how Charlie Watts now resembles Jack Kevorkian's younger brother.
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It's a Holiday in Suburbia
Fall Out Boy are rock's boys next door, except with a million-selling album, a savvy marketing plan, the blessing of Jay-Z, and the TRL masses at their feet. So why are they so beset by drama?
By Andy Greenwald; Spin Staff 11.21.05 4:00 AM
Listen to a backstage interview with Pete Wentz from this summer's Warped Tour. Click here >>
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The Music That Changed My Life: Brandon Flowers
On the tail end of his band's whirlwind tour for the double-platinum Hot Fuss, the Killers' frontman talks about how David Bowie, Jim Croce, and Frank Sinatra shaped his rock'n'roll evolution.
By Kyle Anderson 11.18.05 4:00 AM
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Breaking Out: The Duke Spirit
A smoldering blues-rock quintet from London fronted by a tambourine-slapping, microphone-tossing banshee who wails and struts like a blonde Karen O.
By Beth Wawerna 11.16.05 4:00 AM
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Atmosphere, 'You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having' (Rhymesayers)
Emo rapper's got 99 problems. The fact that they're all in his head is number one.
By Laura Sinagra 11.15.05 4:00 AM
Calling something "emo" is usually just a way of talking about guys who ain't too proud to beg or, y'know, cry. But there's a lot of ambivalence out there fronting as sensitivity. Scratch that velveteen surface and you might find a megalomaniac. That's not the case with Atmosphere's Slug -- except when it is.
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Rod Lee, 'Vol. 5: The Official' (Club Kingz/Morphius Urban)
A coming-out party for Baltimore's sleazy club jams.
By Jon Caramanica 11.10.05 4:00 AM
Hip-hop is such a global juggernaut that it's easy to forget there are still regional black sounds, too. Detroit has its techno and, more recently, its ghetto tech. Chicago has catered to househeads and steppers for decades. Miami's bass music still thrives in obscurity, as did Atlanta's for many years before crunk; and Washington, D.C. go-go remains content not to cross the Maryland line.
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