Of all the work I do here at Spin (when I'm not analyzing my fantasy football team or staring at frightening photos of Supergrass), the most taxing is always writing reviews.

The summer of 1996 was probably the oddest summer break I ever had growing up. I was headed into my freshman year of high school and didn't want to spend three months just hanging around, so I was eager to go out and get a job.

Soundtrack albums to television shows make very little sense to me. I'm totally fine with film soundtracks -- after all, a movie is only slightly longer than the length of an album, and the songs generally run together to tell the story of the movie, or at least evoke the different moods contained within it.

I recently spent a Sunday afternoon the way I have spent most of my Sunday afternoons since moving to New York five years ago: I went record shopping. I exclusively spend my time in used record shops; one of the perks of working at a music magazine is that new music is constantly at your fingertips.

It's no secret that I like to think of myself as something of a super hero. I'm a defender of the also-rans, the misbegotten misfits, the outcasts, the runaways, and the never-weres. Of course, I choose not to defend the real innocents out there, but rather focus my super powers on bands who were given short shrift. However, I have recently

So there's this band called the Like. They're an all-female three-piece from Los Angeles, and they've got an album coming out on September 13 called Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?. A-D has been listening to this album a lot, and while I initially dismissed it, I find myself really enjoying it. In fact, it reminds me a lot of one of my favorite bands of all time: Throwing Muses.