<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311</id><updated>2011-11-23T19:09:41.153-05:00</updated><category term='Muxtape'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Live'/><category term='News'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Believe The Hype'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Kiln</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6787457035572891962</id><published>2008-07-01T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:01:41.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Kemp 2008 (Line-Up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SGp_CSzopkI/AAAAAAAAB2E/x7sRsOOTb90/s1600-h/hiphopkemp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SGp_CSzopkI/AAAAAAAAB2E/x7sRsOOTb90/s400/hiphopkemp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218122795647018562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Roots, Atmosphere + Brother Ali, Pharoahe Monch, Army of the Pharaohs, Turntable Live Jazz (DJ Rafik, DJ Adlib, Ben*, Frank Nitty, Guilty Simpson &amp;amp; Illa Jay), U.N.I.T.Y. B-GIRL STAGE (Bahamadia, Roxanne Shante, Apani B, Eternia, Stacy Epps, Invincible, Mauikai, La Mala...), Kenny Muhammad The Human Orchestra, eMC, Kano, Kool Savas, MR. Lif &amp;amp; Akrobatik, Zion I, Looptroop Rockers, Pete Philly &amp;amp; Perquisite, Nato, Snowgoons Soundsystem feat. Sicknature, Stig of the Dump, Leroy, Wax Taylor, O.S.T.R., TPWC, 2cztery7 + Flexxip &amp;amp; Emil Blef, Olli Banjo, Huss &amp;amp; Hodn, Kontrafakt, Navigators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 22, 23 &amp;amp; 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Festivalpark Hradec Králové&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Czech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiphopkemp.cz/?language=en"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6787457035572891962?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6787457035572891962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6787457035572891962&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6787457035572891962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6787457035572891962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/07/hip-hop-kemp-2008-line-up.html' title='Hip Hop Kemp 2008 (Line-Up)'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SGp_CSzopkI/AAAAAAAAB2E/x7sRsOOTb90/s72-c/hiphopkemp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-47648118414039740</id><published>2008-06-24T14:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:38:20.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Coldplay / Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SGE-UyI4JuI/AAAAAAAAB18/inm4hGPyaGM/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SGE-UyI4JuI/AAAAAAAAB18/inm4hGPyaGM/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215518370249058018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parlophone, Capitol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.tinypic.com/713tush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/713tush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coldplay are one of the most popular pop-rock bands nowadays. After three albums of emotive songs, Chris Martin and his troupe have played everywhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends&lt;/span&gt; has been partly recorded in Barcelona, even though the influence of this city (musically-wise) on the album is based on Latin percussions and a few other tiny details. It looks like they were trying to do some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;experimentation&lt;/span&gt; this time, abandoning their classic pop formula of making hits. I think it’s been a bad move. When Coldplay try to experiment they end up sounding &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. Those mainstream pop singles were far better than this new thing, even if all the hipsters will say they appreciate this change in their career. Being alternative is not good for itself, the main point here is being good and this record is one of the dullest I have heard in the last months. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=IakDItZ7f7Q"&gt;Violet Hill (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/Coldplay_Viva_La_Vida_CD/productmain/p/INS46506&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-47648118414039740?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/47648118414039740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=47648118414039740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/47648118414039740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/47648118414039740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/coldplay-viva-la-vida-or-death-and-all.html' title='Coldplay / Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SGE-UyI4JuI/AAAAAAAAB18/inm4hGPyaGM/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3838207306241435883</id><published>2008-06-20T05:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:09:35.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Primavera Sound 2008, day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SFuBLB5wMYI/AAAAAAAAB10/YWGfVWMixnU/s1600-h/Port+O%27Brien+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 249px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SFuBLB5wMYI/AAAAAAAAB10/YWGfVWMixnU/s400/Port+O%27Brien+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213903020100694402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Times New Viking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we didn’t review their last album because we didn’t know how to analyze it properly. I wasn’t very excited about it either but I heard they have a great show so I decided to give them a chance. No regrets. They were astonishing, even if they had those technical problems with the guitar that slowed down the concert a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Port O’Brien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, not bad. It wasn’t a really exciting concert (especially if you were coming from Times New Viking) but it was decent enough. They played their sentimental songs well and the last one was just an anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver Jews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Berman and his troupe finally came to Barcelona. His last album (which is going to be review by The Kiln in a few days) still retains part of the original flavor from albums like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Water&lt;/span&gt;. The concert was good. They played old and new stuff and the only thing I didn’t like was Berman’s attitude in some occasions. He’s always going from one side of the stage to the other and singing while doing other things like looking for the t-shirts he’s going to give to his fans. I think he should act more like a real front man.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen Malkmus &amp;amp; The Jicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the first half an hour of this concert and it was pretty good. Some people said the sound was awful near the stage but I saw it from 20-30 meters away and it was good. Lightspeed Champion was in the crowd wearing one of those crazy hats like we were in Siberia Sound Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rufus Wainwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like some of his songs but this guy is such a pain! Is it really necessary to introduce every single song with some talking and to tell me how gay you are and how proud you are of it? I saw the first 20 minutes and the last three songs and that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menomena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them in the meantime between the first part of Rufus’ concert and the end of it. I was lucky because I could hear to all their main hits. They are really energetic on the stage. I expected it to be quieter but I had a lot of fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I’m at your door, your eyes are like ‘why are you here?’".&lt;/span&gt; The sound was awful again but it didn’t matter. I was so excited about it that I couldn’t stop shaking my arms up and down and singing along all the songs. Hip hop is still alive thanks to people like Clipse. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les Savy Fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best concerts of the festival. Their music is like a kick in the ass and all the Tim Harrington’s stripping show is hilarious. Les Savy Fav is one of those bands you enjoy not only because of the music they make but also because their attitude. There’s nothing else I can say except that I touched Tim’s sweated back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal Collective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as danceable as I expected but still pretty enjoyable. They are so creative that they can make almost any kind of show because it is going to be good anyway. I don’t know what the people think about it but this kind of music is much better live than at home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3838207306241435883?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3838207306241435883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3838207306241435883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3838207306241435883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3838207306241435883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/primavera-sound-2008-day-3.html' title='Primavera Sound 2008, day 3'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SFuBLB5wMYI/AAAAAAAAB10/YWGfVWMixnU/s72-c/Port+O%27Brien+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1132526411859410346</id><published>2008-06-18T22:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:17:28.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Tilly And The Wall / O [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tilly And The Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFnMliTSeyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WDVjgHbGCRA/s1600-h/418yatlMLiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFnMliTSeyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WDVjgHbGCRA/s200/418yatlMLiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213422988892994338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both records Tilly And The Wall have made so far - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Like Children&lt;/span&gt; with its  60’s melodies produced by Conor Oberst and sophomore record &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottoms of Barrels&lt;/span&gt; with its youthful pop songs and Mexican mariachi&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; twee-ness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;, produced by Mike Mogis (of Bright Eyes), is just as uplifting. The fact that Tilly And The Wall are signed to Oberst’s independent record label Team Love makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; an album you have to hear if you’re into anything that’s come out of Saddle Creek records or the Omaha music scene. I love when you can hear a band’s progression through their albums, so was totally happy to hear a whole bunch of new sounds with the new album on top of the usual (and amazing) acoustic guitar, trademark  tap dancing,  and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; youthful&lt;/span&gt;, shouty and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;exuberant &lt;/span&gt;vocals that caught the attention of their fans in the first place. This time the record comes with an added punk spirit (well I say ‘boo hoo’/and I say ‘fuck you!’), more handclaps, foot stomps, and a whole bunch of youthful rebellion. Their lyrics have also taken on a punkier theme – maybe they've been listening to some old punk records from the 70’s, ‘cause they seem a little more loud and confident. At one time Tilly And The Wall would have been happy just shouting over an old microphone and acoustic guitar while stomping around, but now they’ve added some confrontational lyrics, even louder foot stomps and harder guitar sounds that make for an amazing third album that I’m sure won’t disappoint the other fans out there.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - TotalTrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.team-love.com/home/wp-content/uploads/02%20Pot%20Kettle%20Black.mp3"&gt; Pot Kettle Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1132526411859410346?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1132526411859410346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1132526411859410346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1132526411859410346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1132526411859410346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/tilly-and-wall-o-2008.html' title='Tilly And The Wall / O [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFnMliTSeyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WDVjgHbGCRA/s72-c/418yatlMLiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4808655487472702722</id><published>2008-06-18T10:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:28:56.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Mates of State</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-027783415913811005 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-027783415913811005 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-027783415913811005 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-027783415913811005 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-027783415913811005 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVfiJ-ea6Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My Only Offer" is their second video from their new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-Arrange us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4808655487472702722?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4808655487472702722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4808655487472702722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4808655487472702722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4808655487472702722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-video-mates-of-state.html' title='New Video: Mates of State'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3162880000368126506</id><published>2008-06-16T08:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:06:15.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Wolf Parade / At Mount Zoomer [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wolf Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFZeY9KWuFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ezyy8PYUv-Y/s1600-h/513vozBpINL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFZeY9KWuFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ezyy8PYUv-Y/s200/513vozBpINL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212457401555794002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mount Zoomer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good example of a good alternative indie rock album, with great sounding guitar and some good hooks. Recorded in a church in Montreal owned by the Arcade Fire, it’s pretty impossible for Wolf Parade to make their sophomore album anything below interesting at least, and they’ve totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt;, creating some great textures and Arcade Fire-esque &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;melodies&lt;/span&gt; on the piano and vocals. It's a nice sounding record – something I predicted, seeing as the band are on Sub Pop, who always seem to give us some interesting music – ($) and the fact that Wolf Parade have taken a while to make something new and cool really shows through. Key tracks like "Bang Your Drum" and "Soldier’s Grin" have great melody and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; rhythm&lt;/span&gt;, and are seriously nice to listen to with the window open, the sun coming in, making plans for summer and looking at old Polaroids. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TotalTrash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.odd-but-cute.net/Music/Wolf%20Parade%20-%20Soldier%27s%20Grin.mp3"&gt;Soldier's Grin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3162880000368126506?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3162880000368126506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3162880000368126506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3162880000368126506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3162880000368126506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/wolf-parade-at-mount-zoomer-2008.html' title='Wolf Parade / At Mount Zoomer [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFZeY9KWuFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ezyy8PYUv-Y/s72-c/513vozBpINL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3278216869561842955</id><published>2008-06-16T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:05:06.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Moscow Olympics / Cut The World [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Moscow Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFZZ9C3MXUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2enojLJvoDU/s1600-h/1503175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFZZ9C3MXUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2enojLJvoDU/s200/1503175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452524003188034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed almost impossible to find something else to play on the stereo as you drove along the shore in the Philippines watching the ocean about to swallow and put you through &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;. Perfect synchronization between every rhythmic cell in your body, your car and the music would make for a perfect resonance that was sure to put the world on hold, the shore always closer and the road expanding ahead of you, true to your mind. Twee pop sounds, extra reverberation, unintelligible lyrics and the right amount of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; ice cream, your road trip was more than perfect, no need to think of her on the way back. Finally, as the snapshots of those gray buildings from 1980's Moscow projected themselves between the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;windshield&lt;/span&gt; and your tired mind, you decided to cut the world, let go of the rest of your ideology, follow the ocean sign and plunge into the sea.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/4/29/1889685/07%20Cut%20The%20World.mp3"&gt;Cut The World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3278216869561842955?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3278216869561842955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3278216869561842955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3278216869561842955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3278216869561842955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/moscow-olympics-cut-world-2008.html' title='Moscow Olympics / Cut The World [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFZZ9C3MXUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2enojLJvoDU/s72-c/1503175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-8173581192041345575</id><published>2008-06-12T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:39:55.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Sigur Rós / Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sigur Rós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFFryl_2tgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QaoVvexLCXc/s1600-h/medsud_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFFryl_2tgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QaoVvexLCXc/s200/medsud_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064760781944322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars XL Recordings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8, 2008 (&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.es/music/Sigur+R%C3%B3s/me%C3%B0+su%C3%B0+%C3%AD+eyrum+vi%C3%B0+spilum+endalaust?autostart"&gt;Free Album Stream&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be careful; everything you do to stand out from the rest, to individuate yourself and construct your own sound, will be the key to your further&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; dematerialization&lt;/span&gt;. Keep the outside, common business world outside and artfully craft an interior universe; everything you choose will be included, from gigantic tubas to violin sections riding the straight beat of a drumset placed in the middle of nowhere, reverberations coloring the sky with a thousand hues. It is the most important task of your life, and you sure will live up to it, but you will slowly notice that as you build your wasteland houses, unchanging skies of hope, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;eternal &lt;/span&gt;landscapes of pure sound that moves the world as if it were ripples on water, you will be also building your own prison.  The real, vital task, is to keep that universe in expansion. The more you keep outside, the less you have to live with on the inside, and no matter how much you can get in there, it's no match for eternity; no matter how broad your land may be, it will always be too small, it will sometimes begin to loop on itself until you are kicked out. Building an identity is nothing more than building the cage in which you will be slowly left alone, your&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; memories&lt;/span&gt; sticking to you like an old man's tics. You may choose, as some elder men do, to have nothing of your own, but you will be stranded alone in the desert. And it's not just about running naked through the trees because once again, every word you utter is your final battle against identity. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; postbop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.danieljohnsonwrites.com/foneculture/gobbledigook.mp3"&gt;Gobbledigook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-8173581192041345575?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8173581192041345575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=8173581192041345575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8173581192041345575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8173581192041345575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/sigur-rs-med-sud-i-eyrum-vid-spilum.html' title='Sigur Rós / Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SFFryl_2tgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QaoVvexLCXc/s72-c/medsud_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5070745834933128559</id><published>2008-06-12T06:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:37:33.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Primavera Sound 2008, Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/6885/tfb01xz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/6885/tfb01xz5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holly Golightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn’t do any sound check before the concert due to technical problems, so everything was kind of improvised. The show was nothing special but I really like three or four of the songs they played and they are the funniest guys ever. I still think that was an outdoor show. They are not quiet enough to play in an auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russian Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the last three songs and it was pretty disappointing, not because of her, but because of CD Drome stage's awful sound. She needs an intimate place and that noisy stage was not the right place (the auditorium would have been great in her case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MV &amp;amp; EE with The Golden Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t expect anything from this band because last time they came to Barcelona everybody said the show was pretty boring. I grabbed a beer and had a sit. The view from the stands was amazing. You could see the sea and boats coming and going. The show was not bad either; enjoyable electric hippie rock and roll, good as an afternoon concert at a festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Felice Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to seeing these guys live! I love Bob Dylan and The Band and I really got into their albums. Unfortunately, they appeared to play on the CD Drome stage too. The sound was annoying but they were playing so energetically, almost nobody cared. They are one of those bands worth seeing live, far better than any recorded stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put my whiskey into my whiskey…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;The Sonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I’m so glad to have had the chance to see The Sonics live! Some people were saying the show was not as rough as they used to be but… what did you expect? They are almost 70. I couldn’t stop dancing from the first song to the end. These guys are just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;This was probably the concert that suffered the least from bad sound on the CD Drome stage. Why? The music is kind of distorted and I didn’t mind a bit more of it. I don’t remember much, but I enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;Cat Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Disappointing. After twenty minutes we went to the stands and rolled up a blunt. It was not a very bad concert, but it seems she’s losing that great voice she used to have. Every song sounded the same and she sang way too many covers from her last album. All the original flavor of her old songs from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Are Free&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moon Pix &lt;/span&gt;was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;The Go! Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Better than expected. Their album is not that bad, but I have never really paid any attention to this band. Their shows are a different story. That mix between indie rock, hip hop and electronic sounds really works and it’s a good band for dancing. The singer is so energetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;El Guincho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I guess a lot of tourists were looking forward to this since El Guincho got a lot of hype on the Internet and played a few gigs in the States. It was not bad, but far from the great show he delivered a few months ago at the Apolo. The bass was too loud and you couldn’t hear all those tropical sounds his music is made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;Holy Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Holy surprise! Perfect ending for a music festival. Tough but danceable electronic music for indie kids. I can’t tell you much more about this but I can say I spent all my last energy dancing like I was out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5070745834933128559?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5070745834933128559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5070745834933128559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5070745834933128559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5070745834933128559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/primavera-sound-2008-day-2.html' title='Primavera Sound 2008, Day 2'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-116328328882809047</id><published>2008-06-10T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:15:15.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>NaS Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="274" width="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/Tg1IdHiVCqp3W3D8"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/Tg1IdHiVCqp3W3D8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="274" width="348"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New album coming soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-116328328882809047?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/116328328882809047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=116328328882809047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/116328328882809047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/116328328882809047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/nas-is-coming.html' title='NaS Is Coming!'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1097127136324969165</id><published>2008-06-10T11:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:36:30.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Futureheads / This Is Not The World [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Futureheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SE6niZTwJSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q6JaRkwdh_w/s1600-h/51ASReZwXCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SE6niZTwJSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q6JaRkwdh_w/s200/51ASReZwXCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286028265366818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Not The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megaforce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was 14 years old, I totally loved this band. Their songs "Hounds of Love" and "Decent Days and Nights" were constantly playing on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;stereo&lt;/span&gt; – but over time, things change, and since it’s been over two years since I’ve listened to their music, I wasn’t expecting to exactly fall in love with their new record. "The Beginning of the Twist" isn’t bad; I mean, I’ve heard worse, but it’s really not amazing... in fact, it’s almost boring, kind of danceable though, if you like that sorta thing. "Radio Heart" is a little better, though under-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;stimulating&lt;/span&gt;; however, it is one of the standout tracks on the record, with "Everything’s Changing Today". "Walking Backwards" isn’t too bad, along with "Think Tonight," "Sleet," "Work is Never Done" and "Broke Up the Time". But for some reason all the other tracks seem to blend together and sound the same, which is not what a music lover wants to hear, trust me. If you’re a fan of The Futureheads, however, you’ll probably like the album a whole lot. They still sound the same, so no fans will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;alienated&lt;/span&gt; – but if you’re a newcomer to this band maybe that’s a reason why you shouldn’t buy this album. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- TotalTrash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://music.allansworld.info/files/The%20Futureheads%20-%20The%20Beginning%20Of%20the%20Twist.mp3"&gt;The Beginning of the Twist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1097127136324969165?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1097127136324969165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1097127136324969165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1097127136324969165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1097127136324969165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/futureheads-this-is-not-world-2008.html' title='The Futureheads / This Is Not The World [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SE6niZTwJSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q6JaRkwdh_w/s72-c/51ASReZwXCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3936628659670788206</id><published>2008-06-09T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:41:57.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>My Morning Jacket / Evil Urges [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Morning Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SErbYhU3hpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v2MiGGa5Dkk/s1600-h/47771.MMJ_EvilUrgesnews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SErbYhU3hpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v2MiGGa5Dkk/s200/47771.MMJ_EvilUrgesnews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209217133316638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Evil Urges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honey it‘s rotten and they got us so scared/Thinking there’s some evil waiting under vain."&lt;/span&gt; That's the first line Kentucky rockers My Morning Jacket decided to put on their new album. After three years and a big change after&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Z&lt;/span&gt;, an album filled with synthesizers and those weird dub moods, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil Urges&lt;/span&gt; is a breath of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; air. Although I'm pretty sure longtime MMJ fans won't be happy with it, there's nothing to afraid of, you can't totally hate this album; you have to recognize that the band has done an incredible job&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;reinventing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;themselves, stepping away from the folkish sound on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Still Moves&lt;/span&gt; and their characteristic reverb effect, being used indiscriminately nowadays by a large amount of new bands.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Different&lt;/span&gt; is the key word; if you want proof, just listen to "Highly Suspicious" and see how hard these guys wanted to do something else (if the song isn't enough, look at the album cover).&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Khyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://aolradio.podcast.aol.com/aolmusic/mp3s/my_morning_jacket_evil_urges.mp3"&gt;Evil Urges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3936628659670788206?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3936628659670788206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3936628659670788206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3936628659670788206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3936628659670788206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-morning-jacket-evil-urges-2008.html' title='My Morning Jacket / Evil Urges [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SErbYhU3hpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v2MiGGa5Dkk/s72-c/47771.MMJ_EvilUrgesnews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4969515882906151606</id><published>2008-06-09T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:33:58.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Bonnie "Prince" Billy / Lie Down In The Light [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bonnie "Prince" Billy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SE2wxfHFadI/AAAAAAAAAY8/y0Xe_M5KSWk/s1600-h/51rZa4tjBFL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SE2wxfHFadI/AAAAAAAAAY8/y0Xe_M5KSWk/s200/51rZa4tjBFL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210014708148824530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie Down In The Light&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm autumn sunshine shining on your lover's cheek as you "Lie Down In The Light". This is most definitely an autumn record; lay on a blanket as you watch the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; coulours&lt;/span&gt; of ambers, yellows, and different shades of brown of the rustling oak leaves that are yet to fall from the trees, then further up to the wispy clouds floating by in the chilly breeze... Then sing! Sing along to brilliant pieces of magic. Louder and then even louder as if nothing else and nobody else other than yourselves, beautiful surroundings and  music exits! Have moments of pure magic and stories of&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; that will transport you to another time and place, even if just for a moment, but you'll go there. This record will take you there, you'll be dissolved and then absorbed there to that unexplainable place that only a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; beautiful &lt;/span&gt;country record can create.  You'll feel as if you'll never need to return to reality. But only stay. Stay and sing. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Morning Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/static/ajvus83cwg.mp3"&gt;You Remind Me of Something (The Glory Goes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4969515882906151606?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4969515882906151606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4969515882906151606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4969515882906151606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4969515882906151606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/bonnie-prince-billy-lie-down-in-light.html' title='Bonnie &quot;Prince&quot; Billy / Lie Down In The Light [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SE2wxfHFadI/AAAAAAAAAY8/y0Xe_M5KSWk/s72-c/51rZa4tjBFL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7812666177872152648</id><published>2008-06-06T18:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:33:45.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Delta Fiasco live @ FGAA (Bogotá) [05.6.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm25i9z-DI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0PtTJpuNv9o/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm25i9z-DI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0PtTJpuNv9o/s200/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208895543785551922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While everybody else is enjoying their summer festivals, thousands of bands together in parks full people, you can always expect to spend a sunny day in Bogotá and find yourself jumping and dancing to an amazing band by night. Because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; summer&lt;/span&gt; also happens here, even if it's just for three days in a row. Walk the streets of the old city and plan ahead. You'll have some free time on your hands and some profound considering to do; eat a cheap slice of pizza and read a book, it's a long way from here to total disintegration. Even if you're always trying to escape &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cinematographic&lt;/span&gt; interpretations of your life, some things do feel like endings and you have to act properly, hold your head high, shove your hands in your pocket, the night is not that cold. The Fundación Gilberto Alzate Avendaño, working as an art gallery, restaurant, museum and now rock venue is there, around that corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delta Fiasco played a show like you'd never expect. Sitting on a dark theatre–not the old kind of stripped-down theatre-turned-disco bar now in fashion in Bogotá, but a real, working one–you feel like back in the old days, waiting for the police to come in and take out the sexual offenders on stage. Full venue for the Nite n' Rock concert series organized by the District office, the organizer said it was one of these things you'd never expect to happen. Yet we had a full, Liverpool straight ahead Y2K rock trio to shake the night and make it feel like a thousand nights had ended. Blasting sound, you were already determined to give up your hearing abilities just to enjoy the night as it should be. They would go back and forth between simple sequenced beats on a Macbook onstage, hard driving guitar sound walls and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; analog &lt;/span&gt;synthesizer explorations, along&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; powered&lt;/span&gt; melodies on voice, making you remember Interpol and VHS or Beta at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;After a long, synth-powered intro to "Uh Oh Oh" [think of Ladytron], it was not long before the full venue was on their feet, dancing and jumping along, the room filled with machine-made smoke and your usual colored moving lights almost turning the theatre into a full concert house. As always, you were almost expecting that moment in which the music would make you forget about the rest of your life and experience the instant bliss of jumping in time with a drum kick, watching the world stand still on a beat. Unfortunately the show was not too long; they played about 5 or 6 songs and an encore which they announced they had not played for a long time. Then, walk the streets back, watch the harsh city go by the bus window. End the night and your life [or at least that kind of movie-like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;narration&lt;/span&gt; you've made for yourself] with a few beers, the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/1hitwonderband"&gt;One Hit Wonders&lt;/a&gt; and a bar. Summer is here to stay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm5DahlX8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/IBne4DnWsxg/s1600-h/2556247823_d945a0be92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm5DahlX8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/IBne4DnWsxg/s320/2556247823_d945a0be92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897912341618626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm5EMwBOQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/H6HMDuxF5bw/s1600-h/2557071698_e396c0b04a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm5EMwBOQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/H6HMDuxF5bw/s320/2557071698_e396c0b04a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897925823936770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm5DzC8iTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r7buxfaPtZU/s1600-h/2556253549_2266eb1d26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm5DzC8iTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r7buxfaPtZU/s320/2556253549_2266eb1d26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897918923999538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22108338@N07/"&gt;Vitti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7812666177872152648?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7812666177872152648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7812666177872152648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7812666177872152648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7812666177872152648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/delta-fiasco-live-fgaa-bogot-0562008.html' title='The Delta Fiasco live @ FGAA (Bogotá) [05.6.2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SEm25i9z-DI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0PtTJpuNv9o/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4231184584843439399</id><published>2008-06-04T12:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:01:15.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Ted Leo/RX Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SEbIjVKCyZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PftytFbdlG8/s1600-h/ted%26leo_bandpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SEbIjVKCyZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PftytFbdlG8/s320/ted%26leo_bandpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208070528400804242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last night's episode of &lt;a href="http://friendsoftom.com/"&gt;The Best Show&lt;/a&gt;, Ted Leo and host Tom Scharpling took lyric suggestions from listeners and in under two hours, wrote a song out of them! "The World is in The Turlet" can be streamed &lt;a href="http://www.wfmu.org/listen.m3u?show=27465&amp;amp;archive=43214&amp;amp;starttime=2:39:19"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://wfmu.org/listen.m3u?show=27465&amp;amp;archive=43214"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the entire show and their songwriting process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4231184584843439399?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4231184584843439399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4231184584843439399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4231184584843439399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4231184584843439399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-ted-leo-song.html' title='New Ted Leo/RX Song'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SEbIjVKCyZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PftytFbdlG8/s72-c/ted%26leo_bandpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6430918152369493044</id><published>2008-06-04T07:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:06:19.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe The Hype'/><title type='text'>Believe The Hype: SoKo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25AsfkriHQc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25AsfkriHQc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Kill Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz-VY5t1w9A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz-VY5t1w9A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Wet Dreams (Live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you already love this French girl? She says in &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=94795730"&gt;her myspace&lt;/a&gt; she hasn't released any record yet but she's working on it. Thanks to Šarlote for recommending me this promising new talent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6430918152369493044?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6430918152369493044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6430918152369493044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6430918152369493044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6430918152369493044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/believe-hype-soko.html' title='Believe The Hype: SoKo'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3988679224431541816</id><published>2008-06-03T14:43:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:15:47.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Primavera Sound 2008, day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAzL4XeQI/AAAAAAAAB1c/A2dwOHppTFQ/s1600-h/MGMT04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAzL4XeQI/AAAAAAAAB1c/A2dwOHppTFQ/s400/MGMT04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207780529718917378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This festival is the best thing that happened to me this year so far. I had a lot of fun there and, even though I’d like to write some detailed chronicle, I think I’m not able to do so; too much to remember, too much beer, even too much Jägermeister. That being said, I’ll just make a brief comment about every band I saw there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the first concerts taking place the first day of the festival, so we couldn’t expect the same from them than from bands playing around midnight. It was not dark yet and I guess their music is much more enjoyable by nighttime. Anyway, it was a pretty good concert. I enjoyed some of their best songs like “Time To Pretend” or “Kids” and right now I consider it a decent warm-up for what was to come. Oh, and a little kid came to the stage to dance with the members of the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edan and guest Dagha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man. This guy is a showman. Edan and his fellow delivered a 45-minute show plenty of energy and good vibrations. They do connect on the stage and when Edan starts rapping and djing at the same time it’s just amazing! I was curious about how hip-hop artists would be received in this ‘indie rock festival’ and I’m very pleased the crowd was enjoying it as much as I was. One of the most original and unique hip-hop shows right now.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Public Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Do-don’t-don’t believe the hype!”&lt;/span&gt; Amazing. Public Enemy are just legends. I had a lot of fun rapping along all their songs but there were also some complains. Bomb Squad played a 20-minute show before them and, after that, PE had no time to finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Takes A Nation...&lt;/span&gt;, a record they were supposed to play entirely. They tried to make it up with two other classics such as “Fight The Power”. When it comes to me, I don’t really regret anything. A dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portishead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this was the best concert ever; the perfect show, the perfect sound, the perfect everything… They played more old songs than new ones and it was completely awesome. I just couldn’t believe Chuck D came to the stage to rap along “Machine Gun”. There’s nothing else I can say. It was better than sex and anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De La Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time my recently met new English friends and I were pretty tired, so we went for some beers and enjoyed this show from the stands. Anyway, it seemed a great concert and people had fun. They played both new and old stuff, wisely connecting the different songs which turned out in a consistent show. De La Soul are just professionals and there’s no way their concerts could suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert we all were waiting for. The sound was not perfect but… who cares? We all had listened to their debut album a thousand times, we all knew their lyrics. They just had to play a decent show and they did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Walcott, don’t you know that it’s insane?”&lt;/span&gt; Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vampire Weekend we were supposed to see Midnight Juggernauts but some of us started a discussion about politics while drinking the last beer and finally ended up dancing with the records Graham (a local dj) was spinning. I still can’t believe it. What a night! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAg74XePI/AAAAAAAAB1U/cSbsi36QQRE/s1600-h/EDAN03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAg74XePI/AAAAAAAAB1U/cSbsi36QQRE/s400/EDAN03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207780216186304754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAVb4XeOI/AAAAAAAAB1M/VAbUA3MQW-E/s1600-h/PH01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAVb4XeOI/AAAAAAAAB1M/VAbUA3MQW-E/s400/PH01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207780018617809122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXABb4XeNI/AAAAAAAAB1E/y8ayUlQFe0I/s1600-h/VW01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXABb4XeNI/AAAAAAAAB1E/y8ayUlQFe0I/s400/VW01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207779675020425426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Professional pics &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/tags/lastfm%3Aevent%3D297133/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3988679224431541816?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3988679224431541816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3988679224431541816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3988679224431541816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3988679224431541816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/primavera-sound-2008-day-1.html' title='Primavera Sound 2008, day 1'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SEXAzL4XeQI/AAAAAAAAB1c/A2dwOHppTFQ/s72-c/MGMT04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1736146623212612042</id><published>2008-06-03T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:30:57.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: The Brunettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ri3kn696gd4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ri3kn696gd4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Small Town Crew" from 2007's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Structure and Cosmetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1736146623212612042?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1736146623212612042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1736146623212612042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1736146623212612042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1736146623212612042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-video-brunettes.html' title='New Video: The Brunettes'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-8013073705500556196</id><published>2008-05-31T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:56:20.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: Christine Falls [2006]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDs-CczRh_I/AAAAAAAAACA/sy-2e8ssrRE/s1600-h/ChristineFalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDs-CczRh_I/AAAAAAAAACA/sy-2e8ssrRE/s200/ChristineFalls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204822006168651762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Benjamin Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the Booker-Prize-winning, seriously literary Irish writer John Banville came out with this mystery novel in 2006, under a new pen name—and declared it would be the first in a series, no less—critics seemed to appreciate the idea and rewarded Banville/Black with praise for writing a kind of literary-mystery &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hybrid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, the book succeeds as neither.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While it contains many well-written scenes, and is certainly oozing with 1950’s atmosphere, it’s all in the service of a slow-moving and unrewarding plot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  One &lt;/span&gt;chief problem is that the protagonist, a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dublin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; pathologist named Quirke, is an obstinately unpleasant character to play the lead in a mystery series: a bloated, chain-smoking alcoholic sloth who has nothing serious or interesting to say about any of the events that take place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(For some reason, and absurdly, Banville has nearly every female character in the novel fall for him, more than one directly into bed for drearily described bouts of sex.)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, the plotting can be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mind-numbingly&lt;/span&gt; slow. Quirke is consistently told to lay off his investigation into the death of the title character, if he knows what’s good for him, even though it’s not clear exactly what he’s doing or asking that would ever bring him any closer to discovering anyone’s secrets before drinking himself into forgetfulness. When the action comes—and there’s action, in the form of murder, rape, and multiple levels of revealed identities—it’s all presented in the same beautiful but turgid prose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you haven’t figured out the central&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; mystery&lt;/span&gt; and motives, as well as the main culprit, well before the end of the book, perhaps it’s because the characters have put you to sleep.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-8013073705500556196?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8013073705500556196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=8013073705500556196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8013073705500556196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8013073705500556196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-christine-falls-2006.html' title='Book: Christine Falls [2006]'/><author><name>Gilligan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDs-CczRh_I/AAAAAAAAACA/sy-2e8ssrRE/s72-c/ChristineFalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6180197928259786716</id><published>2008-05-30T19:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:05:07.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>My Brightest Diamond live @ La [2] (Barcelona) [5.27.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SECSFJakxgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zYbxjtmoJ2g/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SECSFJakxgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zYbxjtmoJ2g/s200/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206321786364675586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primavera Sound is here! Yesterday we enjoyed the first warm-up concert before the very festival starts this Thursday. My Brightest Diamond played an excellent gig for a small crowd of 200 people (approximately). But before them, we could listen to two other bands. The first one was a cover band called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abrevaderomusic"&gt;Abrevadero&lt;/a&gt; (local band from Barcelona). They cover some well-known artists (Tom Waits, Cat Power and even Vampire Weekend) in a country-folk way. They have banjos, harmonicas and some other weird &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt; to transform all those songs to their style. Although they made some mistakes while playing their songs, the show was quite fun. You know, listening to “Oxford Comma” or “We Are Your Friends” like they were country or folk songs makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dmstith"&gt;DM Stith&lt;/a&gt; is a friend of My Brightest Diamond who, like Shara Worden pointed out, has been helping them in their records (adding some extra vocals, etc.). Shara also said it was his first concert (didn’t she?) and maybe because of that, it wasn’t very &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the songs were boring. There are a lot of singer-songwriters nowadays and they have to make very original music if they want to catch our attention because most of them sound just the same. Anyway, I’m not saying it was so pathetic, but it was pretty dull.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, My Brightest Diamond started their show a few minutes before eleven o’clock. They were great from the beginning to the end. Shara has such an incredible voice. I know mentioning Billie Holliday would be a sacrilege here, but she just reminded me of her sometimes. That powerful voice was accompanied by two good musicians, a drummer and a bassist. They brought us where they wanted to in every single track. Sometimes it was a delicate song, sometimes a wild flow of electric guitars but the transitions between these different moments was always terrific. It is hard to make a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; show when you set a different mood in every song you play, but no doubt they made it. Primavera Sound couldn’t start better! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SD1RU_6jzKI/AAAAAAAABz8/QibhE5_RZLo/s1600-h/MBD10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SD1RU_6jzKI/AAAAAAAABz8/QibhE5_RZLo/s400/MBD10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205406165506444450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SD1RD_6jzJI/AAAAAAAABz0/re3ZtkoBip4/s1600-h/MBD01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SD1RD_6jzJI/AAAAAAAABz0/re3ZtkoBip4/s400/MBD01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205405873448668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SD1Q1P6jzII/AAAAAAAABzs/pShO4l63E2I/s1600-h/MBD05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SD1Q1P6jzII/AAAAAAAABzs/pShO4l63E2I/s400/MBD05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205405620045597826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6180197928259786716?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6180197928259786716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6180197928259786716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6180197928259786716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6180197928259786716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-brightest-diamond-live-la-2.html' title='My Brightest Diamond live @ La [2] (Barcelona) [5.27.2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SECSFJakxgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zYbxjtmoJ2g/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1926791496818127995</id><published>2008-05-30T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:09:24.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: What Is The What [2006]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;What Is The What     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDd4ltaYMQI/AAAAAAAAABo/rpxaxInoFrI/s1600-h/WhatIsTheWhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDd4ltaYMQI/AAAAAAAAABo/rpxaxInoFrI/s200/WhatIsTheWhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203760483690623234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beasts-No-Nation-Novel-P-S/dp/0060798688/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211594615&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Uzodinma Iweala&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-Vintage-Dave-Eggers/dp/0307385906/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211594696&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;              &lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-Vintage-Dave-Eggers/dp/0307385906/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211594696&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, good fiction, like a good &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; film, can do more than a thousand textbooks to drive home and personalize an issue in the headlines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In recent times, “African” movies like &lt;i style=""&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/i&gt; have popularized the general—genocide, the diamond trade, child soldiers—by dramatizing the particular—a brave man’s attempt to reunite with his family, say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the same &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;, some recent novels have tried to engage a wider readership in issues affecting the African continent.  Although the great novel of Darfur has yet to be written, in the meantime there is Dave Eggers’s &lt;i style=""&gt;What Is The What&lt;/i&gt;, a novelization, based on interviews and told in the first person, of the life of Sudanese refugee Valentino Achak Deng.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problems and politics of the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Sudan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are sketched slowly into the life of the book, until the accumulation of detail over its nearly 500 pages has you invested not only in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt; of its main character, but in the current state of affairs for his countrymen in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sudan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You find yourself leaping to find the websites listed at the back of the book to find a way to explore—and if possible, to help ease—the suffering of those you’ve just finished reading about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;, uplifting, and ready-made for, well, a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; feature.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1926791496818127995?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1926791496818127995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1926791496818127995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1926791496818127995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1926791496818127995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/books-what-is-what-2006-beasts-of-no.html' title='Book: What Is The What [2006]'/><author><name>Gilligan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDd4ltaYMQI/AAAAAAAAABo/rpxaxInoFrI/s72-c/WhatIsTheWhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6984761912214988045</id><published>2008-05-30T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:50:46.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Present / El Rey [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SCej2Igxq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iGhKZVuZmNM/s1600-h/WeddingPresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SCej2Igxq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iGhKZVuZmNM/s200/WeddingPresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199304445215747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Wedding Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manifesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I've been listening to David Gedge's music since he began with Cinerama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a little boy trying to be different from the rest of my classmates. That kind of music offered me new paths to cross; it gave me a new vision of what indie music should be. In TWP's new release, their eighth studio album, that's so well done; they play with rhythms as if they were made of clay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lyrics always keep the indie pop style that defines bands like Luna or The Delgados, but this music is louder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Songs like “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Palisades&lt;/st1:place&gt;” and “The Trouble With Men” are highly distortioned and heavy, but the balance persists. Other songs, like “Model, Actress, Whatever...” and “Swingers” bring calm to the album. You’ll enjoy it from beginning to end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Hi6uera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin-right: 0.5em; cursor: pointer;" title="listen" src="http://images.del.icio.us/static/img/mp3/play.gif" height="12" width="12" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/doshanticon"&gt;Wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Candy-Madonna/dp/B0015D3Z4O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1209857090&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6984761912214988045?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6984761912214988045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6984761912214988045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6984761912214988045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6984761912214988045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-present-el-rey-2008.html' title='The Wedding Present / El Rey [2008]'/><author><name>Gilligan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SCej2Igxq8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iGhKZVuZmNM/s72-c/WeddingPresent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-8444816655073322664</id><published>2008-05-30T19:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:01:45.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Al Green / Lay It Down [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SECJppakxfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qWX8DMZLMss/s1600-h/51lpi7ooTeL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SECJppakxfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qWX8DMZLMss/s200/51lpi7ooTeL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206312517825250802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay It Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Note Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al Green is such a legend of modern music. I couldn't believe ¿uestlove from The Roots was producing his new album. It sounds like a great combination and the result is not bad. I guess nobody should expect him to make classics like he did back in the 60s and 70s and this album is certainly nothing spectacular. On the other hand, he will always be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;gentleman&lt;/span&gt;. He will never lose his touch. Al Green is soul in capital letters. The production work done by The Roots' drummer is pretty good; a bunch of classic soul rhythms that work perfectly with Al Green's classic style. Although most of the tracks are just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; songs (here average is not a pejorative word, because we are talking about classic stuff), a few of them are almost mind-blowing. The collaborations with Anthony Hamilton on "You've Got The Love I Need" and "Lay It Down" are &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. "Just For Me" is a wonderful love song, accompanied with a terrific blues guitar. "You've Got The Love I Need, Baby"… You already know what it is… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TyvtHJVJBI&amp;amp;eurl=http://adeepershadeofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/al-green-lay-it-down.html"&gt;The Making of Lay It Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-8444816655073322664?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8444816655073322664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=8444816655073322664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8444816655073322664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8444816655073322664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/al-green-lay-it-down-2008.html' title='Al Green / Lay It Down [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SECJppakxfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qWX8DMZLMss/s72-c/51lpi7ooTeL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3076379328159169327</id><published>2008-05-30T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:27:32.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: MGMT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtUI5MC9tVM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtUI5MC9tVM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New video for "Electric Feel" from their debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;. The old interactive video can still be downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.whoismgmt.com/efvideo/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3076379328159169327?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3076379328159169327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3076379328159169327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3076379328159169327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3076379328159169327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-video-mgmt.html' title='New Video: MGMT'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4545031736086683570</id><published>2008-05-29T01:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:24:18.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Islands / Arm's Way [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SD479pakxeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZdmNzKi2KjY/s1600-h/51reoHpAR0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SD479pakxeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZdmNzKi2KjY/s200/51reoHpAR0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205664149562246626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Arm's Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The album’s glittering opening track "The Arm", introduces the band as quirky and clever, much like their Canadian musical friends Arcade Fire, with its strange and intriguing lyrics &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"That’s why the arm came for you"&lt;/span&gt;- and intricate string arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  "Pieces of You", the next track on the album, combines a super cute/fun beat with again, pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; lyrics.  The string arrangements stand out in particular – this sounds like a band who know what they’re doing, pretty much. There is a mix of interesting song titles and melodies on this album – particularly with the track "J’aime Vous Voir Quitter", a catchy and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; song with a seriously cool Mexican vibe towards the end of the track... And I mean, I’ve always been a fan of French song titles. The guitar hooks are catchy and pretty nice, and the overall layering of sounds makes for an intriguing listen. If you like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;intricate&lt;/span&gt; layering and quirky-ness, go listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - TotalTrash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://earfarm.com/music/The%20Arm.mp3"&gt;The Arm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4545031736086683570?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4545031736086683570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4545031736086683570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4545031736086683570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4545031736086683570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/islands-arms-way-2008.html' title='Islands / Arm&apos;s Way [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SD479pakxeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZdmNzKi2KjY/s72-c/51reoHpAR0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6376539867251136913</id><published>2008-05-27T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:54:53.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: American Gods [2001]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;American Gods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDd1Anss4tI/AAAAAAAAABg/6rEbw_MNkdo/s200/AmericanGods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203756547966821074" border="0" /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Gods-Novel-Neil-Gaiman/dp/0060558121/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211593779&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Generally, I’m no fan of fantasy genre novels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And certainly, you’d have to pay me great sums to suffer through even a single one of their bastard cousins, those religious-themed “adventures” by the likes of Tim LaHaye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So how come I loved this book, which mixes the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;supernatural&lt;/span&gt;, the mystical, and more gods than you’d find carved on a collection of Babylonian tablets?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fashioning his traditional quest tale—the main character, Shadow, is drawn unwillingly into a battle of deities for the soul of a continent—Gaiman not only keeps a straight face, he builds a story that is thoroughly grounded in reality while still insisting that the conflict is of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt; dimensions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gives the gods equal weight to his human characters, fits them comfortably together against a landscape of small towns, highways, and tourist traps, and expects you’ll follow him as far as the premise allows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The result is something like a cross between J.R.R. Tolkien and Hunter S. Thompson, with incidents and characters coming one after another, sometimes in ways that border on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hallucinatory&lt;/span&gt;, but never losing their essential grounding in reality, until you find yourself at the climax rooting for the heroes and cursing the villains and taking it all seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s an impressive accomplishment, and one of the first American popular classics of the new century. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6376539867251136913?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6376539867251136913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6376539867251136913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6376539867251136913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6376539867251136913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-american-gods-2001.html' title='Book: American Gods [2001]'/><author><name>Gilligan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SDd1Anss4tI/AAAAAAAAABg/6rEbw_MNkdo/s72-c/AmericanGods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5257671598058624613</id><published>2008-05-24T09:32:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:13:53.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe The Hype'/><title type='text'>Believe The Hype: Bumblebeez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDgfLP6jzEI/AAAAAAAABzM/T2T5GZDUz0Y/s1600-h/Bumblebeez+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDgfLP6jzEI/AAAAAAAABzM/T2T5GZDUz0Y/s400/Bumblebeez+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203943647537777730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I accidentally saw these guys live. I enjoyed it quite a lot. They mix electronic music with hip-hop but look like a band of teenage indierockers. Well, I heard some rock samples and they actually sing sometimes. The beats are all made with electronic gadgets (copy-paste thing) but they have a drummer too. Some of their videos are really nice. They are from Australia and they are currently touring all around Europe. Check their myspace for tour dates.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebumblebeez"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebumblebeez.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/novN-7Qzt_o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/novN-7Qzt_o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACLE1NmmCZc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACLE1NmmCZc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5257671598058624613?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5257671598058624613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5257671598058624613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5257671598058624613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5257671598058624613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/believe-hype-bumblebeez.html' title='Believe The Hype: Bumblebeez'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDgfLP6jzEI/AAAAAAAABzM/T2T5GZDUz0Y/s72-c/Bumblebeez+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4323049141666275241</id><published>2008-05-23T13:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:23:09.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Tom Waits European Tour Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDcGEf6jzCI/AAAAAAAABy8/gjp3TBvsQyA/s1600-h/tom+waits.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDcGEf6jzCI/AAAAAAAABy8/gjp3TBvsQyA/s400/tom+waits.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203634568806255650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The master has announced a few dates for Europe. He's going to play in theatres and auditoriums, which means you'll have to pay around 100€.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 12 Donosti (Kursaal)&lt;br /&gt;July 14 Barcelona (Auditori del Fòrum)&lt;br /&gt;July 15 Barcelona (Auditori del Fòrum)&lt;br /&gt;July 17 Milano (Teatro Degli Arcimboldi)&lt;br /&gt;July 18 Milano (Teatro Degli Arcimboldi)&lt;br /&gt;July 19 Milano (Teatro Degli Arcimboldi)&lt;br /&gt;July 21 Praha (KCP)&lt;br /&gt;July 22 Praha (KCP)&lt;br /&gt;July 24 Paris (Grand Rex)&lt;br /&gt;July 25 Paris (Grand Rex)&lt;br /&gt;July 27 Edinburgh (Playhouse)&lt;br /&gt;July 28 Edinburgh (Playhouse)&lt;br /&gt;July 30 Dublin (The Ratcellar, Phoenix Park)&lt;br /&gt;July 31 Dublin (The Ratcellar, Phoenix Park)&lt;br /&gt;August 1 Dublin (The Ratcellar, Phoenix Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;+ for further information &amp;amp; American dates click &lt;a href="http://www.antilabelblog.com/?p=246"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4323049141666275241?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4323049141666275241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4323049141666275241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4323049141666275241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4323049141666275241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/tom-waits-european-tour-dates.html' title='Tom Waits European Tour Dates'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDcGEf6jzCI/AAAAAAAABy8/gjp3TBvsQyA/s72-c/tom+waits.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3603432293372270669</id><published>2008-05-22T18:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:21:07.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Mates Of State / Re-Arrange Us [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mates Of State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDXw5JakxdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lHmIXJBD-0g/s1600-h/51xpfeAISoL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDXw5JakxdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lHmIXJBD-0g/s200/51xpfeAISoL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203329809067066834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Re-Arrange Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barsuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If I say "Soundtrack" does that make any sense?  Let me elaborate... You know that feeling you get when you've just watched a great cinematic &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; and in the final scene a life changing event has taken place and everything is well with every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; single main character involved in the story line? People mingle, colours are bright, there's a slight &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt;, you are running down a road in the middle of a spring shower, a memorable look of affection between a lover lost and then found.  Whatever it might be, there are thousands of those scenarios and I could babble on... And there! There it is! THAT FEELING...? What is it? Who knows? Is there a word that could describe it? Elation, hope maybe... I don't quite know what it is, but that's what I mean when I say Soundtrack. Point I'm trying to make (if there is one) is: Everyone loves that feeling. "Re-Arrange Us" is an album filled with songs that you would &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; to hear at the end of a great film, or an award winning TV series, but in that "great feeling" kinda way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Morning Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://musicunderfire.com/mp3s/may20/my_only_offer.mp3"&gt;My Only Offer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3603432293372270669?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3603432293372270669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3603432293372270669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3603432293372270669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3603432293372270669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/mates-of-states-re-arrange-us-2008.html' title='Mates Of State / Re-Arrange Us [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDXw5JakxdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lHmIXJBD-0g/s72-c/51xpfeAISoL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4109908361607691188</id><published>2008-05-22T17:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:21:45.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Submarines / Honeysuckle Weeks [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Submarines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDXtTZakxcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/pFrpbCNYEKE/s1600-h/61P8Hwz55KL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDXtTZakxcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/pFrpbCNYEKE/s200/61P8Hwz55KL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203325861992121794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Honeysuckle Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nettwerk Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Swimming pools, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honeysuckle Weeks&lt;/span&gt;, fresh evenings spent with you, good ideas shared, maybe even a few bad ones, lalala's (on pitch or not), tender sparks, forgetting sorrows, starring at starry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; skies, exchanging experiences. All shared as the sun comes up and as the sun goes down. Some of these feelings, lyrics &amp;amp; song, some of these not. But you are sure to fulfill at least one of these on a listen to this record. Even if all you can get are catchy, pretty melodies that might be enough,  it's more than that, great vocal balance, an interesting sound and super fantastic lyrics. "Never mind what logic says, logic's a guy who needs to empty his pockets"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Morning Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://indieblogheaven.typepad.com/indieblogheaven/files/the_submarines_honeysuckle_weeks_08_xavia.mp3"&gt;Xavia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4109908361607691188?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4109908361607691188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4109908361607691188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4109908361607691188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4109908361607691188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/submarines-honeysuckle-weeks-2008.html' title='The Submarines / Honeysuckle Weeks [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDXtTZakxcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/pFrpbCNYEKE/s72-c/61P8Hwz55KL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1020514896148076629</id><published>2008-05-21T21:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:32:35.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Arborea / Arborea [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Arborea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDTVp5akxbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uDzEKDcRL2U/s1600-h/arborea_lp2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDTVp5akxbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uDzEKDcRL2U/s200/arborea_lp2_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203018385283401138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Arborea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Soundless stories on a drop of sap. Number one: Forewarned, your life consists in being constantly &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;drawn&lt;/span&gt; by some kind of pen you cannot fathom. You may sing a little. Number two: You will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; fall down every day; it is your vital movement. Backward movement, backward sounds. Number three: You can sing again, like a red bird, yet you are still a single drop of sap. Life shines back there. The way it goes away and comes back every day, forever printing the shadows of the leaves over your &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;smooth&lt;/span&gt;, flawless skin, reminds you of nothing. Life is still a mystery for you. Number three and a half: The words are there, yet you won't understand what they mean, it's just sounds. Number four: What does it mean to be drawn? You'd have to listen, these slow guitar and ukulele slide lines, building spaces inside spaces, colors without a shape, sparse drums played over the beat of the world, your &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;roots&lt;/span&gt; spreading away like the words of the poet. Number five: Rise like a swan, in the midst of sampled violin lines and into backward guitars, no percussion yet. [Follow me where the north wind goes to the end of Black Mountain Road.] It's all over now, you are a good person, it's just not the right time for you, just listen to the music and forget about the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/4/29/1889685/05%20Black%20Mountain%20Road.mp3"&gt;Black Mountain Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1020514896148076629?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1020514896148076629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1020514896148076629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1020514896148076629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1020514896148076629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/arborea-arborea-2008.html' title='Arborea / Arborea [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDTVp5akxbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uDzEKDcRL2U/s72-c/arborea_lp2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2978754789228075232</id><published>2008-05-21T18:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:20:42.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Kidz In The Hall / The In Crowd [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDSlofqzXaI/AAAAAAAABy0/k6eUPBJCrFM/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDSlofqzXaI/AAAAAAAABy0/k6eUPBJCrFM/s320/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202965584634142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kidz In The Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The In Crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duck Down Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kidz in the Hall are the next best hip-hop group. OK, they are certainly not new at all because they released their debut album a couple of years ago but it is because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The In Crowd&lt;/span&gt; that everybody will talk about them in the following months (and given the state of hip-hop, it will easily be in any respectable best of 2008 list). How has their music improved? Keeping the good things alive and including some new elements to definitely record a very good album. It’s easy to see some influences from other groups like that bass line on “Black Out” that inevitably reminds me of Eric B. &amp;amp; Rakim or that distortion on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“drivin’ down the block like what else should a brother do”&lt;/span&gt; which sounds like it's borrowed straight from Cool Kids' style. There’s a vocal collaboration on almost every single track and guess what, they all contribute something valuable. They all sound perfectly adapted to the music concept. Finally, the message contained in their lyrics is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt;. They can be a couple of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;weird rappers&lt;/span&gt; delighting the hipster audience in songs like “Drivin’ Down The Block,” but they can also be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;don’t-play-with-me&lt;/span&gt; type of niggas when necessary. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Fuck the next top model / I’m the next top rapper / If niggas want problems / We can probably make it happen,”&lt;/span&gt; they let you know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZsYL6MGqDss"&gt;Drivin' Down The Block (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/Kidz_in_the_Hall_In_the_Crowd_CD/productmain/p/DCKD2075.2&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2978754789228075232?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2978754789228075232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2978754789228075232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2978754789228075232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2978754789228075232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/kidz-in-hall-in-crowd-2008.html' title='Kidz In The Hall / The In Crowd [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SDSlofqzXaI/AAAAAAAABy0/k6eUPBJCrFM/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5438378948595623086</id><published>2008-05-20T15:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:23:15.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Beck Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2391/beck300xe7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chemtrails" is the first single off of Beck's new album (tentatively titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Guilt&lt;/span&gt;). In a recent&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt; article, he said the album would have a "late 60's psychedelic vibe". The album was produced by Danger Mouse and there's a rumor going on that it will be released sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/12/27/1666051/Beck-Chemtrails.mp3"&gt;Chemtrails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5438378948595623086?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5438378948595623086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5438378948595623086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5438378948595623086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5438378948595623086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-beck-song.html' title='New Beck Song'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-231850327821556150</id><published>2008-05-19T19:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:44:47.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Joan Of Arc / Boo! Human [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan Of Arc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDIPXtuHDeI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6bHxcVPNrPY/s1600-h/511cnq3ow-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDIPXtuHDeI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6bHxcVPNrPY/s200/511cnq3ow-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202237419650747874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polyvinyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would happen if this was the last day of your life? You'd probably stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt; for a moment just to realize that the crappy Bulgarian movie you saw last night will be the last crappy Bulgarian movie you'll ever see, that those Tom Clancy books your uncle gave you on your birthday won't be read, that you won't listen to your mom &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at you again for not calling her on Christmas because you won't have another Christmas. Now you can start asking questions: "Who decided this?" "Was this all?" "Why today?" But there's no one to answer those questions and you knew it, you knew this day would come and you still didn't call your mom that Christmas. But don't worry, eventually you'll admit your &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;, you'll see all your mistakes and what you've learnt from them, you'll notice all the time you've lost and then you'll start listening to this album while you pretend you don't care about anything else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Khyne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="https://www.polyvinylrecords.com/media/prc-152-05.mp3"&gt;A Tell-Tale Penis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-231850327821556150?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/231850327821556150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=231850327821556150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/231850327821556150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/231850327821556150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/joan-of-arc-boo-human-2008.html' title='Joan Of Arc / Boo! Human [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDIPXtuHDeI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6bHxcVPNrPY/s72-c/511cnq3ow-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7792320855149730839</id><published>2008-05-18T23:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:45:00.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Matmos / Supreme Balloon [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDD1aduHDdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/G5cv33gM8uE/s1600-h/418a810ae7a0078fcaee9110.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDD1aduHDdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/G5cv33gM8uE/s200/418a810ae7a0078fcaee9110.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201927404616355282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supreme Balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matador Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like every band deserving respect, Matmos knew how to put out an amazing album by leaving behind for a while the materials that, traditionally, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;constructed&lt;/span&gt; their music. Disregarding this time the sound of cow uteruses, amplified semen or liposuction surgeries, just to name a few!, they’ve managed to alter for a while the concrete approach to electronics (and all of its conceptual and textural implications) in favor of an amazing voyage into the synthesis and the very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;creation&lt;/span&gt; of sound: You’ll hear a colorful, weird ballet of keyboards and synthesizers from every relevant era without the aid of microphones or sounds from daily life. Now that they have used and abused from every form of acoustic event produced by the world outside them with the capacity of exciting their imaginations, it is logical that their sonorous &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;explorations&lt;/span&gt; would eventually lead them in another direction: What about a complete “artificial”-sounding album? What about creating the noises, notes and sounds of the music out of nowhere? Well, it turned into another great release, another seductive stop in their never-ending journey of music and weirdness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/01%20rainbow%20flag.mp3"&gt;Rainbow Flag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7792320855149730839?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7792320855149730839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7792320855149730839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7792320855149730839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7792320855149730839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/matmos-supreme-balloon-2008.html' title='Matmos / Supreme Balloon [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SDD1aduHDdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/G5cv33gM8uE/s72-c/418a810ae7a0078fcaee9110.L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3603740471522772422</id><published>2008-05-18T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:20:57.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muxtape'/><title type='text'>The Kiln Muxtape - April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thekilnapril.muxtape.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R_iv8h8pzUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qs98TnATMpU/s200/Imagen+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186088425356905794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Try to hold still, try to remember every shape, one step at a time. Things had different names back then, their colors changing as you grew up, fragmentation of every dimension; yet nothing was left behind. Your window will be the same every day, just try not to melt down, just try to keep track of every molecule you let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekilnapril.muxtape.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Kiln Muxtape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will be posted monthly featuring tracks selected by our contributors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3603740471522772422?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3603740471522772422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3603740471522772422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3603740471522772422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3603740471522772422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/kiln-muxtape-april.html' title='The Kiln Muxtape - April'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R_iv8h8pzUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qs98TnATMpU/s72-c/Imagen+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1456662062964241323</id><published>2008-05-17T23:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:03:53.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: Warlock [1958]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SC-g_ogxq-I/AAAAAAAAABY/mr-tK-XuBoE/s1600-h/Warlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SC-g_ogxq-I/AAAAAAAAABY/mr-tK-XuBoE/s200/Warlock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201553109703306210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Warlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Warlock-York-Review-Books-Classics/dp/1590171616/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211151729&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Oakley Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week saw the passing of a true Western writer, Oakley Hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a Western writer in the widest sense, a resident and lover of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, who used the genre’s ideas of violence and conquest and discovery to create his fiction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wrote in different styles and genres, including a nice series of historical detective stories featuring the real-life satirist Ambrose Bierce as their hero.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, his reputation as a serious novelist of Western fiction rests mainly on this ambitious novel, which re-tells a true story already told so many times it has taken on the status of myth: The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;shootout&lt;/span&gt; at the OK Corral.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this fictionalized version, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tombstone&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; becomes a town called Warlock, and all roads lead to the climax at the Acme Corral.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Along the way, the old Western set pieces are all on display: the principled conscience of a strong sheriff versus the corrupt lawlessness of a band of outlaws; the love of a fiery woman; scenes that reveal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; and cowardice in unlikely places.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole is weaker than the sum of its parts; the book drags more than a little in spots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the basic idea—how quickly a society’s civilized veneer can be torn due to the darkness, or weakness, of human nature—had a special relevance in the McCarthy era that has not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;faded &lt;/span&gt;at all over the years.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1456662062964241323?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1456662062964241323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1456662062964241323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1456662062964241323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1456662062964241323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-warlock-1958.html' title='Book: Warlock [1958]'/><author><name>Gilligan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SC-g_ogxq-I/AAAAAAAAABY/mr-tK-XuBoE/s72-c/Warlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2456856765612953946</id><published>2008-05-15T12:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:12:59.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Santogold / Santogold [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCxgkvqzXZI/AAAAAAAABys/pkGPWvRwpWM/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCxgkvqzXZI/AAAAAAAABys/pkGPWvRwpWM/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200637854093630866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santogold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santogold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Downtown Records, Atlantic Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29, 2008 (US) /May 12 , 2008 (UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M.I.A.’s best friend has finally released her debut album. I don’t know how artists feel about getting a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hype&lt;/span&gt; after dropping just a couple of songs. There must be some real pressure there and our dear hipsters can’t always be right about new talents. Santogold mixes a lot of styles, from electronic music (Diplo style) to indie rock and R&amp;amp;B. You already know how dangerous that can be, but she manages to create an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;appetizing&lt;/span&gt; product. That’s not the problem. Her main problem is that, even though she has recorded a bunch of really nice tracks like “L.E.S. Artistes” or “You’ll Find A Way,” some other songs are just dull; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; electronic beats and not-so-original lyrics sung with vague energy. It's obvious she’s capable of recording good music but she’ll need another chance to convince me 100%. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Y9JI0GXkARQ"&gt;L.E.S. Artistes (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/Santogold_Santogold_CD/productmain/p/INS43827&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2456856765612953946?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2456856765612953946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2456856765612953946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2456856765612953946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2456856765612953946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/santogold-santogold-2008.html' title='Santogold / Santogold [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCxgkvqzXZI/AAAAAAAABys/pkGPWvRwpWM/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5424247947035018751</id><published>2008-05-14T19:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:12:52.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Death Cab For Cutie / Narrow Stairs [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCt2QNuHDcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eD34RWeUX44/s1600-h/515XVk%2BEH1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCt2QNuHDcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eD34RWeUX44/s200/515XVk%2BEH1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200380215662415298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Narrow Stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlantic Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[It’s like a book elegantly bound but / in a language you cannot read] Which doesn’t mean you cannot grasp it, shapes and colors being the same as the ones that make yourself. Follow the lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; remember the old roads, feels like you’ve been there before; listen, you are  now riding the big wave, feeling the world inside you, everything in its right place, everything makes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sense.&lt;/span&gt; You can see how every word in the book opens itself, lines and shapes coming out, mixing themselves with the music [You’ve gotta spend time, love / you’ve gotta spend some time with me], it is not just sounds anymore, it is life. Try to understand how everything is related to everything else, how it all comes together, crossing paths,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; creating&lt;/span&gt; places, places that will make you what you are. [Oh my talking bird / though you know so few words] And you will find the mystery of it lies just in the fact that your life is constantly being made by these shapes and lines, thus making you one with the music, one with the world. [We’re not the same dear...the ice was getting thinner under me and you...] What you need, in the end, is music like this to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt; you, and someone to sing (think) along with you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - postbop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/static/j56w9758gc.mp3"&gt;I Will Possess Your Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5424247947035018751?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5424247947035018751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5424247947035018751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5424247947035018751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5424247947035018751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-cab-for-cutie-narrow-stairs-2008.html' title='Death Cab For Cutie / Narrow Stairs [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCt2QNuHDcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eD34RWeUX44/s72-c/515XVk%2BEH1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1588636576492589841</id><published>2008-05-14T19:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:11:11.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Phoebe Killdeer and the Short Straws / Weather's Coming [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe Killdeer and the Short Straws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCt0bNuHDbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4EC9LXyl9YM/s1600-h/51DU2Rane1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCt0bNuHDbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4EC9LXyl9YM/s200/51DU2Rane1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378205617720754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's Coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs I Wish I Had Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You've been watching that same spot on the ceiling for the last two days; it's not that you cannot do, but you just don't need, anything else. Music like this, filled with images and references coming all at you, makes every spot hold the world upon itself; multiplicity of worlds &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; of each sound. Now watch that water drop go down, making its path on the glass, feel its doubts and glories; consider all the ways it may go through, all the forces it holds upon itself, the way the world shines on its back, it's your life as a water drop. Then you may wish to become a turtle, or a mouse somewhere, you may even be "Jack". It is all possible when you have so many different sounds inside your head at the same time. Yet not everything is as sunny as the world outside: most images reflected on that spot will be blurry, dirty, like some old road flick played in an empty&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; theater&lt;/span&gt;, your only friend outside fighting on the phone. [Never tell a lie / baby never tell a lie / It'll get you all tangled / and you won't even know why]. They're the kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;images&lt;/span&gt; you would like to have in your bedroom wall, thousands of movies playing together at the same time, some Tom Waits music in the background, everything tastes like rockabilly whiskey. It's just like getting film grain on music, or vinyl scratch all over your skin. [Let me find out what you hide / way down there deep inside / won't you take me for a while / why won't you let me know you]. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/4/29/1889685/06%20Jack.mp3"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1588636576492589841?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1588636576492589841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1588636576492589841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1588636576492589841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1588636576492589841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/phoebe-killdeer-and-short-straws.html' title='Phoebe Killdeer and the Short Straws / Weather&apos;s Coming [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCt0bNuHDbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4EC9LXyl9YM/s72-c/51DU2Rane1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6355293328059428236</id><published>2008-05-14T07:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:47:13.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Gentle Touch / In Memory of Savannah [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentle Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCrWLNuHDaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1v1-G7FDghg/s1600-h/gentle%2Btouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCrWLNuHDaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1v1-G7FDghg/s200/gentle%2Btouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200204207902625186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In Memory of Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs I Wish I Had Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK so I've lost track of how many times I've listened to this album in the last 20 hours. I'm totally going to give away my age in this review... But I'm willing to sacrifice the mystery of my being to the world for this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;! I've been having a brain spaz as to what to possibly write about this album and nothing other than "Fucking Incredible" seems to come to mind. Think this: Neon Signs, Converse Chucks, Wayfarers, Big Bad Ass Hair, Synths, and a "Gentle Touch"... What do you have? Yes you guessed it, an 80's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;revolution&lt;/span&gt;! C'mon all you 80's loving &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;freaks&lt;/span&gt;. I know you're out there, now go listen! You won't be disappointed, I promise. And if you are, let me know and I''ll hang up my love of neon dancing shoes &amp;amp; Ray-Bans forever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Morning Lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.songsiwish.com/onceyouusedto.mp3"&gt;Once You Used To&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6355293328059428236?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6355293328059428236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6355293328059428236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6355293328059428236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6355293328059428236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/gentle-touch-in-memory-of-savannah-2008.html' title='Gentle Touch / In Memory of Savannah [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCrWLNuHDaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1v1-G7FDghg/s72-c/gentle%2Btouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7394896704354451276</id><published>2008-05-13T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:24:41.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Tokyo Police Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3fid%3D1587104%26vid%3D231960&amp;amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" base="." height="218" width="323"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a Cave" from their debut LP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant Shell&lt;/span&gt; out on &lt;a href="http://www.saddle-creek.com/"&gt;Saddle Creek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7394896704354451276?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7394896704354451276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7394896704354451276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7394896704354451276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7394896704354451276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-video-tokyo-police-club.html' title='New Video: Tokyo Police Club'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-667837045185065149</id><published>2008-05-12T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:15:03.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Wave Pictures / Instant Coffee Baby [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SChh5_qzXYI/AAAAAAAAByk/8JuT9JYTpXI/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SChh5_qzXYI/AAAAAAAAByk/8JuT9JYTpXI/s320/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199513418770636162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wave Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant Coffee Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moshi Moshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know if NME has reported about The Wave Pictures but they deserve some attention, more than many English bands. Would the word sincere fit here? I mean, of course their lyrics are honest and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt; but I don’t think bands like The Kooks are faking anything. The difference is that The Wave Pictures manage to create some touching tales by singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; verses. Because they're not complex, they are quite simple, but still not repetitive or unoriginal. Singing sincere lyrics only using words like "love" or "baby" is far from being imaginative or innovative. Even if the song still sounds like somebody expressing sincere feelings, it’s not the same. The Wave Pictures sail in a sea of vague ideas and confusing feelings. The music is great in almost every track and some chords really help to reinforce what the lyrics want to express. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yL_Mk_uAJaM"&gt;January And December (live video via La Blogotheque)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Instant-Coffee-Baby-Wave-Pictures/dp/B00171NYMC"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R8zHi2Nh3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DIgLnY_JwzQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-667837045185065149?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/667837045185065149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=667837045185065149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/667837045185065149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/667837045185065149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/wave-pictures-instant-coffee-baby-2008.html' title='The Wave Pictures / Instant Coffee Baby [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SChh5_qzXYI/AAAAAAAAByk/8JuT9JYTpXI/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6598978907809799728</id><published>2008-05-11T22:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:24:14.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Plastic Constellations / We Appreciate You [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Plastic Constellations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SCeloogxq9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UO3921h7aL4/s200/WeAppreciateYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199306412310768594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We Appreciate You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frenchkiss Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I find it extremely difficult to define the genre of TPC. For me, it’s a mix of punk and indie rock accompanied by some wind instruments; full of energy, noisy, distortioned, and unique. This CD is like an unexpected truth: I find it hard to swallow, but I lik&lt;span style=""&gt;e it. Damn, I really like it, but I foresee this band will be soon be forgotten in the depths of my computer... The clap-clap effect of the first song,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“So Many Friends,” didn’t sound bad; in fact, I like it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(But I’m still asking myself, Is this effect an ephimeral fashion? I hope bands soon forget this horrible sound!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent a nice day listening to TPC; hope you enjoy it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Hi6uera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; /  &lt;a href="http://www.frenchkissrecords.com/audio/tpc/stay_that_way.mp3"&gt;Stay That Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/El-Rey-Wedding-Present/dp/B00175G71I/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1210558939&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6598978907809799728?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6598978907809799728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6598978907809799728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6598978907809799728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6598978907809799728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/plastic-constellations-we-appreciate.html' title='The Plastic Constellations / We Appreciate You [2008]'/><author><name>Gilligan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhy3jlntQMw/SCeloogxq9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UO3921h7aL4/s72-c/WeAppreciateYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7444653508056084314</id><published>2008-05-10T05:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:55:35.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Rock The Bells 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCVw9qKosdI/AAAAAAAAByc/Gi505axkBlQ/s1600-h/Rock+The+Bells+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCVw9qKosdI/AAAAAAAAByc/Gi505axkBlQ/s400/Rock+The+Bells+2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685549462335954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rockthebells"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7444653508056084314?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7444653508056084314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7444653508056084314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7444653508056084314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7444653508056084314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock-bells-2008.html' title='Rock The Bells 2008'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCVw9qKosdI/AAAAAAAAByc/Gi505axkBlQ/s72-c/Rock+The+Bells+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4404336980349058613</id><published>2008-05-09T10:46:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:09:38.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New PAS/CAL Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SCRomk8kH3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wk93ZhswSQc/s1600-h/paaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SCRomk8kH3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wk93ZhswSQc/s320/paaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198394881854414706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After releasing 3 EPs since 2002, Michigan's &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pascalgoespo"&gt;PAS/CAL&lt;/a&gt; is finally releasing their first full length album entitled &lt;em&gt;I Was Raised on Matthew, Mark, Luke, and Laura.&lt;/em&gt; (Out on July 22 on &lt;a href="http://www.magistery.com/"&gt;Le Grande Magistery&lt;/a&gt;) It is available for pre-order &lt;a href="http://www.darla.com/cart.asp?action=Add&amp;amp;prdID=13603"&gt;through Darla Records&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracklisting&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Truth Behind All The Vogues She Sold&lt;br /&gt;2. You Were Too Old For Me&lt;br /&gt;3. We Made Our Way, We Amtrakked&lt;br /&gt;4. Summer Is Almost Here&lt;br /&gt;5. Glorious Ballad Of The Ignored&lt;br /&gt;6. O Honey, We're Ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;7. Dearest Bernard Levine&lt;br /&gt;8. Little Red Radio&lt;br /&gt;9. Cherry Needs A Name&lt;br /&gt;10. Cherry Tree&lt;br /&gt;11. O My Cherry&lt;br /&gt;12. Citizen's Army Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/12/27/1666051/PAS-CAL%20-%20You%20Were%20Too%20Old%20For%20Me.mp3"&gt;You Were Too Old For Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4404336980349058613?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4404336980349058613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4404336980349058613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4404336980349058613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4404336980349058613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-pascal-album.html' title='New PAS/CAL Album'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SCRomk8kH3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wk93ZhswSQc/s72-c/paaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-8662269338342208004</id><published>2008-05-08T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:08:14.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: The Reluctant Fundamentalist [2007]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;The Reluctant Fundamentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCO-OsFTsFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bvzxtBW9xic/s1600-h/reluctant-fundamentalist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCO-OsFTsFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bvzxtBW9xic/s200/reluctant-fundamentalist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198207554476552274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Mohsin%20Hamid"&gt;Mohsin Hamid&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Kurt%20Vonnegut"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This novel falls with a thump into the category called “post-September-11th” books, and it is not subtle in what it tries to do.  There is cleverness and skill in the form, an extended first-person monologue delivered by a Pakistani man, Changez, who has come across an American in Lahore and seems desperate to tell his story to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;, over one long evening: Changez came to the U.S. as a modest but ambitious teenager to attend Princeton University, and proceeded to live a kind of immigrant dream.  He graduates at the top of his class and is hired by an exclusive, high-paying financial evaluation firm, which prizes his ability to “focus on the fundamentals.”  His gradual disillusionment with that job is just one small theme referenced by the title of the book; his growing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;disillusionment &lt;/span&gt;with the United States itself gives the words “reluctant fundamentalist” a teasing edge that adds to the tension in the second half of the novel.  Did refined, Americanized Changez, who can't quite say why he found himself smiling at the television image of the World Trade Center towers tumbling down, eventually become some kind of Islamic fundamentalist in Pakistan?  A terrorist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;That rather sudden transition—the September attacks come at the midpoint of the book—from a man in love with both New York and a troubled, wealthy young American woman he has met, to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt; ranter he reveals himself to be as the book progresses, is unnaturally sudden.  And Hamid seems to feel that the criticisms Changez lodges against the United States are more shocking than they are.  (Who hasn’t wanted to see American ambition knocked down a few satisfying pegs?)  A larger failure in Hamid’s argument is that, despite the title, there is almost no mention of religion, which is truly at the center of most of the debates and events Changez seems so breezily judgmental about.  That said, the book doesn’t fail to stir the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt; in the reader’s mind, and more to the point, the ending of this short, swift novel is sound and satisfying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-8662269338342208004?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8662269338342208004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=8662269338342208004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8662269338342208004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8662269338342208004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-reluctant-fundamentalist-2007.html' title='Book: The Reluctant Fundamentalist [2007]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCO-OsFTsFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bvzxtBW9xic/s72-c/reluctant-fundamentalist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5753463240330444565</id><published>2008-05-08T14:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:09:23.529-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>This is Ivy League's New Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="float: left; text-align: left; display: block;"&gt;&lt;object height="215" width="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFHn11JfSN0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFHn11JfSN0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" height="215" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Ivy League&lt;/span&gt; is the project of Alex Suarez and Ryland Blackinton (both members of &lt;span&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;). Their self-titled debut came out this past month on &lt;a href="http://www.twentysevenrecords.com/"&gt;twentyseven records&lt;/a&gt; and I have been listening to it non-stop; I highly recommend it, it is a great record.  They have chosen "The Richest Kids In Town" as their  new single. If you're a fan of Kings of Convenience and Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian, you should check them out.  -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinasucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/12/27/1666051/01%20The%20Richest%20Kids%20In%20Town.mp3"&gt;Richest Kids in Town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/12/27/1666051/thisisivyleague-crownoflove.mp3"&gt;Crown of Love (Arcade Fire Cover)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5753463240330444565?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5753463240330444565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5753463240330444565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5753463240330444565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5753463240330444565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-ivy-leagues-new-single.html' title='This is Ivy League&apos;s New Single'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4432008211462783865</id><published>2008-05-08T13:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:04:11.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>9th Wonder &amp; Buckshot / The Formula [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCM6irsCpBI/AAAAAAAAByE/h7NuV1NVXek/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCM6irsCpBI/AAAAAAAAByE/h7NuV1NVXek/s320/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198062762433094674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th Wonder &amp;amp; Buckshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duck Down Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t know what to expect with this album. The first collabo between 9th Wonder and Buckshot was pretty enjoyable, but I had the impression 9th Wonder was sounding kind of redundant lately. After breaking up with Little Brother and a not-so-relevant solo album, there was some uncertainty about how his style would eventually evolve. I’m glad that after listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Formula&lt;/span&gt; I can see a chance for 9th Wonder to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;reinvent&lt;/span&gt; himself. Beats are definitely not mind-blowing but there’s something in some of them that makes me think he will be successful in redefining his style. Buckshot has done his job well too. He’s one of these mc’s you could call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the voice of experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;solid&lt;/span&gt; style, good rhymes, honest attitude and consistent flow. All of you waiting for some entertaining rap to listen to should get a copy of this album. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ncueopQUbNc"&gt;Hold It Down feat. Talib Kweli (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/9th_Wonder_and_Buckshot_Formula_CD/productmain/p/INS45291&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4432008211462783865?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4432008211462783865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4432008211462783865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4432008211462783865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4432008211462783865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/9th-wonder-buckshot-formula-2008.html' title='9th Wonder &amp; Buckshot / The Formula [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SCM6irsCpBI/AAAAAAAAByE/h7NuV1NVXek/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4414956574320747599</id><published>2008-05-08T10:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:47:38.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Cat Power live @ ECCI Theater (Bogotá) [07.5.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMQd8FTsBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sanf070Ehxk/s1600-h/Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMQd8FTsBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sanf070Ehxk/s200/Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198016501446324242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You get there already expecting every second of the whole night, yet any new light manages to make you shudder a little bit more. Everything is set so you can lose all reference to the outside world, find that exact instant when you know your past is all gone. Look ahead, you will never get tired of that moment, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for the musicians to come out, every possibility laid out in front of you. A not- so-big venue, few lights, good attendance–enough to make you feel there's a chance in the city for more shows like this; enough to make you wish it was always like that. What's important, and you'd learn that at the end, is not losing your past for good but becoming one with it, thus leaving yourself open for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/musical/2007/12/10/071210crmu_music_frerejones?currentPage=1"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; about her, just six months ago. You wondered if you'd ever have an experience like that, see her playing live, get a glimpse of her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;, taste her fear on stage; felt like another world altogether. Yet, obviously, anything you'd expect would never be close to the real thing; you were even almost able to guess what the first song of the show would be: "New York, New York," from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jukebox&lt;/span&gt;, was played third, "Don't Explain" being the first one and setting an extraordinary, unexpected blues drive to the rest of the show. This is where your past and your present clash, making you feel at once far away but warm, totally in the right place. It's the lines, I tell you. "Woman Left Lonely" would be second and somewhere the Bob Dylan cover which she proudly announced. Everything going louder than the records, the Dirty Delta Blues rocking your&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; heart &lt;/span&gt;out on every beat, you could anticipate and feel every note they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Then, as expected, you were just there, gazing at her, how she moved without any visible connection to the music, every single note preceded and followed by thousands of cut-up dance movements, hundreds of gestures coming through her face with every beat; yet you knew every movement she made was already inside of you, coming out at the same time, making you disappear in the air. The perfect moment, maybe after the short, sonorous explorations interlude played by the bass and the piano, when you were sure you were just born there, no past hanging on to you, no judgments ever made. If there was any past left then you'd understand the song she sang in Spanish, no need to crawl for the lyrics at the end. Along came "The Greatest" and "Lived in Bars," some old songs to make sure you don't just turn to ashes right there. Finally, she goes away throwing flowers, the same way she came in, as if to make that time-breaking night turn over and repeat itself forever holding you inside of that memory-free loop; extra blues drive included. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMR68FTsCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xqebRTchMt0/s1600-h/2349204699_e01a39d889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMR68FTsCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xqebRTchMt0/s320/2349204699_e01a39d889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198018099174158370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMScMFTsDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/l3JCvXdT5X0/s1600-h/07-05-08_2256-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMScMFTsDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/l3JCvXdT5X0/s320/07-05-08_2256-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198018670404808754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMS28FTsEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_Ph5fjuNS4Q/s1600-h/07-05-08_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMS28FTsEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_Ph5fjuNS4Q/s320/07-05-08_2340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019129966309442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4414956574320747599?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4414956574320747599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4414956574320747599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4414956574320747599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4414956574320747599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/cat-power-live-ecci-theater-bogot.html' title='Cat Power live @ ECCI Theater (Bogotá) [07.5.2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCMQd8FTsBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sanf070Ehxk/s72-c/Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6700424394552616874</id><published>2008-05-07T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:11:19.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Beulah's Miles Kurosky Shares New Solo Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img501.imageshack.us/img501/1818/l578dba34cf07a9a97145a7bu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img501.imageshack.us/img501/1818/l578dba34cf07a9a97145a7bu4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beulah frontman Miles Kurosky has posted a new song from his upcoming solo album on his myspace. This is the first stuff we've heard from Kurosky since Beulah's breakup in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mileskurosky"&gt;Stream "An Apple for an Apple"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6700424394552616874?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6700424394552616874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6700424394552616874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6700424394552616874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6700424394552616874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/beulahs-miles-kurosky-shares-new-solo.html' title='Beulah&apos;s Miles Kurosky Shares New Solo Song'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5689683887127968156</id><published>2008-05-07T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:35:20.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Russian Red - They Don't Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/babBpgBBn-U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/babBpgBBn-U&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome. I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5689683887127968156?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5689683887127968156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5689683887127968156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5689683887127968156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5689683887127968156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-video-russian-red-they-dont-believe.html' title='New Video: Russian Red - They Don&apos;t Believe'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6790498446707515163</id><published>2008-05-07T00:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:36:57.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Martha Wainwright / I Know You're Married But I've Got Feelings Too [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha Wainwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCE3wqVeFaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1YEDNRiGvNU/s1600-h/5184di6FSXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCE3wqVeFaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1YEDNRiGvNU/s200/5184di6FSXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197496754099852706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know You're Married But I've Got Feelings Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoe Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i29.tinypic.com/28c1q34.jpg" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/28c1q34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fine, I won’t talk about your brother anymore. I know it was hard growing up like that, running every day to catch a school bus that was always already &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;, with him on it. It’s like looking outside your window, watching the clouds, those nice ever-changing shapes, only to realize the last pancake is gone. You would play “See Emily Play” so many times that it would lose its&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; shape&lt;/span&gt;; you never learned to sing it well, it was always too fast and too happy, miss the whole point of it. You would pretend, like every girl your age, and your husband was a successful businessman, with two kids and dogs on the lawn. It is now a little too late for you, stuck in that 90’s adult contemporary mellow pop. What is left of all of that,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; imaginary&lt;/span&gt; friends and all, is some not-so-funny dark humor, the kind of humor you hate your aunts for, always bitching about being single and blaming it all on high insurance rates and a broken home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://boxstr.com/files/1955856_tsq5x/seeemilyplay.mp3"&gt;See Emily Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/search/searchmain.jsp?query=Martha+Wainwright&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6790498446707515163?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6790498446707515163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6790498446707515163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6790498446707515163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6790498446707515163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/martha-wainwright-i-know-youre-married.html' title='Martha Wainwright / I Know You&apos;re Married But I&apos;ve Got Feelings Too [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCE3wqVeFaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1YEDNRiGvNU/s72-c/5184di6FSXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4437447694739701962</id><published>2008-05-06T23:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:15:18.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: Cat's Cradle [1963]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Cat's Cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCEqzqVeFZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mkUNxXRr_cg/s1600-h/catscradle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCEqzqVeFZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mkUNxXRr_cg/s200/catscradle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197482511988299154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Kurt%20Vonnegut"&gt;Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go ahead and argue about your favorite novel by the late, great Kurt Vonnegut.  (I vote for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast of Champions&lt;/span&gt;.)  But surely one that’s relevant once again is this funny and fatalistic mix of science and theology gone &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh, and it’s also about dictatorships.  And Hiroshima, the Nobel Prize, Hoosiers, calypso, Bokonism, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, draft-dodging, art, life, death, nature, humanity, philanthropists and military men, presidents, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;midgets&lt;/span&gt;, bicycle factories, ice-nine, and the end of the world. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4437447694739701962?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4437447694739701962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4437447694739701962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4437447694739701962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4437447694739701962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-cats-cradle-1963.html' title='Book: Cat&apos;s Cradle [1963]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SCEqzqVeFZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mkUNxXRr_cg/s72-c/catscradle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-739270319440331093</id><published>2008-05-06T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:01:29.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Dandy Warhols' New Album Tracklisting Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SCB74_4Nd5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/4PQvjnlMBv0/s1600-h/the-dandy-warhols_001406_MainPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SCB74_4Nd5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/4PQvjnlMBv0/s320/the-dandy-warhols_001406_MainPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197290189135640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The band has released the tracklisting for their upcoming album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth to the Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The World The People Together (Come On)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Mission Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Welcome To The Third World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Wasp In the Lotus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; And Then I Dreamt Of Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Talk Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (Featuring Mike Campbell&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Now You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;Mis Amigos&lt;br /&gt;The Legend Of The Last Of The Outlaw Truckers AKA The Ballad Of Sheriff Shorty&lt;br /&gt;Beast Of All Saints&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Yum&lt;br /&gt;Musee D'Nougat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band has offered a song&lt;/strong&gt; as a free download.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bits-8.topspin.net/nin/TheWorldThePeopleTogether.mp3"&gt;The World The People Together (Come On)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-739270319440331093?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/739270319440331093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=739270319440331093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/739270319440331093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/739270319440331093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/dandy-warhols-new-album-tracklisting.html' title='Dandy Warhols&apos; New Album Tracklisting Revealed'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SCB74_4Nd5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/4PQvjnlMBv0/s72-c/the-dandy-warhols_001406_MainPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1351335469205194965</id><published>2008-05-06T10:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:44:12.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Videos: Norwegian Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qzc6cYGHixw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qzc6cYGHixw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freakshow - I'm Not You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SJahxYBmlk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SJahxYBmlk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Afeeliated - My Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's life after Tommy Tee. You just should check out these underground hip hip videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1351335469205194965?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1351335469205194965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1351335469205194965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1351335469205194965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1351335469205194965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-videos-norwegian-hip-hop.html' title='New Videos: Norwegian Hip Hop'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6891679071688428881</id><published>2008-05-05T18:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:10:42.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Isobel Campbell &amp; Mark Lanegan / Sunday At Devil Dirt [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Isobel Campbell &amp;amp; Mark Lanegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB-IixfbWWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JvHwiZ-PS-I/s1600-h/417FWoKmetL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB-IixfbWWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JvHwiZ-PS-I/s200/417FWoKmetL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197022625990924642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday At Devil Dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V2 Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You wake up in the middle of the night just to ask yourself the same thing over and over again: "Why?" Every second and every moment, every word and every smile, you remember them all with an almost eidetic memory. Silence surrounds you, darkness is all over you, your lips are dry and your hands are shaky, you start whispering, Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan start singing. "Oh, why don't we learn from mistakes/We stumble along with so many more to make". You still won't do it, you know you can learn from mistakes, you know you can forget, you just don't want to. "We were so lonely at times/Fading away/Sitting side by side". Particles of the future, reminiscences from the past. Then you close your eyes and wonder, "How am I supposed to sleep tonight?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Khyne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://boxstr.com/files/1352316_lbygt/MarkLaneganandIsobelCampbell%20-%20The%20Raven.mp3"&gt;The Raven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/Isobell_Campbell_&amp;amp;_Mark_Lanegan/artistmain/artist/INS31296&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6891679071688428881?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6891679071688428881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6891679071688428881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6891679071688428881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6891679071688428881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/isobel-campbell-mark-lanegan-sunday-at.html' title='Isobel Campbell &amp; Mark Lanegan / Sunday At Devil Dirt [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB-IixfbWWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JvHwiZ-PS-I/s72-c/417FWoKmetL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1987363005987259672</id><published>2008-05-05T08:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:45:56.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Dosh / Wolves And Wishes [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB76DhfbWVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s2dXIclA5-k/s1600-h/51sQGKnbiiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB76DhfbWVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s2dXIclA5-k/s200/51sQGKnbiiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196865958468868434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolves And Wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anticon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so I am clearly not familiar enough with Dosh to comment objectively on this album.  It's obvious that the dude is not scared of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;experimentation&lt;/span&gt; and using completely different styles and sounds in one album. Which is great (if you're into that kind of thing) and exactly what you would find in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolves &amp;amp; Wishes&lt;/span&gt;. For me, I felt a little unattached to the record and sadly the pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;clingy clanky &lt;/span&gt;sounds of chimes, rhythmic beats, melodic piano (in parts) and great strings unfortunately were not enough for me this time. (Wow! When I write that I feel like I should have loved this record!) Kind of eerie in parts and almost 8-bit sounds in other ones... weird. The guy is talented, no doubt. I kind of felt like it was a bit of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;contradiction&lt;/span&gt;, just like this review.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Morning Lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin-right: 0.5em; cursor: pointer;" title="listen" src="http://images.del.icio.us/static/img/mp3/play.gif" height="12" width="12" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/doshanticon"&gt;Wolves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1987363005987259672?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1987363005987259672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1987363005987259672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1987363005987259672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1987363005987259672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/dosh-wolves-and-wishes-2008.html' title='Dosh / Wolves And Wishes [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB76DhfbWVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s2dXIclA5-k/s72-c/51sQGKnbiiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5188955754011625473</id><published>2008-05-05T04:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:15:45.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Portishead / Third [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SB7DiddthhI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZwKMIq2O2xo/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SB7DiddthhI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZwKMIq2O2xo/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196806016824346130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portishead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was quite surprised when I heard Portishead was going to play some gigs this year. What’s more, they were going to release a new album (after 11 years!). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt; could have been a mediocre comeback from a band that used to be great in the 90's but didn’t know which way to choose after a decade. Surprisingly, their first album in this new century is far from disappointing. They sound &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tougher&lt;/span&gt; now. Songs like “Machine Gun” are full of aggressive samples, but the musical concept is just the same, and Beth Gibbons still has an amazing voice. Maybe aggressive is not the appropriate word here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt; is quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warlike&lt;/span&gt;, with those horns in tracks like “Threads” (or sounds from helicopters in "Plastic") and heavy drums. Lyrics are still emotionally impacting sometimes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Cause I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you / And I don’t know what I’ll do without you,”&lt;/span&gt; Gibbons sings. I wish all comebacks were like this album. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BKm-OkHj-VM"&gt;Machine Gun (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/Portishead_Third_LP/productmain/p/INS43145&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5188955754011625473?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5188955754011625473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5188955754011625473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5188955754011625473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5188955754011625473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/portishead-third-2008.html' title='Portishead / Third [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SB7DiddthhI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZwKMIq2O2xo/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7956825283081146674</id><published>2008-05-04T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:15:54.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Indelicates / American Demo [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Indelicates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB703BfbWUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fULt08jyu3g/s1600-h/1227271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB703BfbWUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fULt08jyu3g/s200/1227271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196860246162364738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weekender Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, does this album have some of the most peculiar lyrics I've ever heard in my life! Actually... Very honest yet mildly disturbing is what I should say! I was immediately transported to driving through the middle of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; with my best friend Jo singing along to "Last Significant Statement To Be Made In Rock 'n Roll" &amp;amp; "We Hate The Kids" and bopping along to the rest of the melodic tracks.  This album is definitely rock and roll with a "Sweet Edge". Julia's passionate vocal is not my favorite female vocal (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;spectacular&lt;/span&gt; nonetheless... who cares what I think?) but this said, she definitely grew on me by the time I listened to the little "Secret Track".  My favorite part of the album was probably the beautiful &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; of Simon's awesome &amp;amp; alluring vocals. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Morning Lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theindelicates"&gt;We Hate The Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7956825283081146674?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7956825283081146674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7956825283081146674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7956825283081146674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7956825283081146674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/indelicates-american-demo-2008.html' title='The Indelicates / American Demo [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB703BfbWUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fULt08jyu3g/s72-c/1227271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3739775788037963335</id><published>2008-05-04T19:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:56:25.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Pinker Tones / Wild Animals [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pinker Tones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB5GshfbWTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jRDCXmJrZmc/s1600-h/WAfrontcover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB5GshfbWTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jRDCXmJrZmc/s200/WAfrontcover2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668750750505266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinkerland Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can’t find the true identity of this music. I know it's dance, I know it's about parting, I've heard BECK (yes, Beck Hansen) loves them, and I’m pretty sure they can make a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; bash wherever they are and keep the people jumping for a couple of hours. But those things didn’t seem enough this time… I just that can’t see what this music's signature is, what makes the songs, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;manipulation&lt;/span&gt; of the beats or the arrangements something worthy of listening to in contexts other than the disco. It is not that sexy, not that pop, not that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;multi-styled&lt;/span&gt; (despite the Brazilian flavored rhythms) and I’m not really sure of what makes it special. I really think it should be Pinker, sexier, hotter, darker… way more explicit, like the best kiss you ever gave or a good slap in the face. Sadly, this was not the best party for me. (OK, I really like "The Whistling Song,", but that’s it.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/04-the_pinker_tones-the_whistling_song.mp3"&gt;The Whistling Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3739775788037963335?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3739775788037963335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3739775788037963335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3739775788037963335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3739775788037963335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/pinker-tones-wild-animals-2008.html' title='The Pinker Tones / Wild Animals [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SB5GshfbWTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jRDCXmJrZmc/s72-c/WAfrontcover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3026438371129307026</id><published>2008-05-03T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:44:46.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>El Perro Del Mar / From The Valley To The Stars [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Perro Del Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBz3jBfbWSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wggi9GtMglE/s1600-h/41yVv0fFjlL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBz3jBfbWSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wggi9GtMglE/s200/41yVv0fFjlL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196300251146443042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Valley To The Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Control Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some sounds–and you will slowly learn to follow them–will make you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; about yourself.  And it is not that easy, as every piece making that complex structure that is yourself will be removed and replaced by something else. Layers of sensation, carefully placed one on top of the other, will make room for a whole new construction which may or may not bear any resemblance to whatever was there before. Your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; will not be gone, as memories are not what makes you what you are; you can hold to them as long as you want to, yet you will abandon most of your usual reference points for other situations (which is not necessarily better). You will unsuccessfully try to describe these sounds as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ethereal&lt;/span&gt;, cloudy, pink or whatever; do not despair, let it speak for itself, listen to the world inside yourself. This is just wondering what it means when you become many while still being one, what is the way not to be yourself, to become a dog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/elperrodelmar"&gt;How Did We Forget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/El_Perro_Del_Mar_From_the_Valley_to_the_Stars_LP/productmain/p/INS42455&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3026438371129307026?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3026438371129307026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3026438371129307026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3026438371129307026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3026438371129307026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-perro-del-mar-from-valley-to-stars.html' title='El Perro Del Mar / From The Valley To The Stars [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBz3jBfbWSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wggi9GtMglE/s72-c/41yVv0fFjlL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2570205648600294754</id><published>2008-05-03T19:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:40:43.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Madonna / Hard Candy [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBz1VhfbWRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ys1Oqo2kxAE/s1600-h/51p2Q98fW1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBz1VhfbWRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ys1Oqo2kxAE/s200/51p2Q98fW1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196297820194953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may be a little biased, being a huge fan, but seriously, wow. The beats and melodies are amazing, and even kind of beautiful (on "Heartbeat" and "Miles Away" in particular) and she really sounds as if she is not only having fun with the new album, but serious about giving us something great to listen to. With a strong &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;hip-hop/dance feel&lt;/span&gt;, the songs are powerful and seductive. With lyrics like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sticky and sweet...my sugar is raw" &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I got candy galore’&lt;/span&gt; on "Candy Shop," she kind of shows her fun, young side, even though she’s just turned 50, and songs like "Heartbeat" and "Miles Away" are just awesome, and have an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;emotional &lt;/span&gt;side to them, too. With their electric synths and pulsing bass rhythms it’s impossible to ignore at least, even if the idea of listening to a Madonna album isn’t that appealing for most of you out there. Personally, the reason why I love Madonna so much is I’ve always thought of her as having these sort of... alternative &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sensibilities&lt;/span&gt;, and a punk spirit. She’s always misperceived as arrogant when really she’s kind of shy (although you wouldn’t know it), and I find that interesting in a way. From her 80’s electro-dance pop to her sexually charged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erotica &lt;/span&gt;album, to now, she’s always been different and was always honest in her highlighting of a specific genre of music on her albums--n never exploring a genre just for the cash-ins, but for the fact that she loved the particular &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt; of music she was creating. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- TotalTrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=0ARbsQLyPHiUMgMzHJC2"&gt;4 Minutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Candy-Madonna/dp/B0015D3Z4O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1209857090&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2570205648600294754?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2570205648600294754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2570205648600294754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2570205648600294754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2570205648600294754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/madonna-hard-candy-2008.html' title='Madonna / Hard Candy [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBz1VhfbWRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ys1Oqo2kxAE/s72-c/51p2Q98fW1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2798149432981228632</id><published>2008-05-03T19:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:31:25.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco / Pretty. Odd. [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBzx6RfbWQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z68gm1FG0ZU/s1600-h/51dYweBPCLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBzx6RfbWQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z68gm1FG0ZU/s200/51dYweBPCLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196294053508634882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Pretty. Odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fueled By Ramen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;March 25, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me. Given the fact that I was definitely not a fan of Panic! at the Disco around the time of their first album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out&lt;/span&gt; (and even going as far to say that I hated them), I wasn’t expecting to even want to listen to the album until a friend persuaded me to. I was totally surprised to find out that I actually love this album. It’s so different from their first, which I found way too poppy (in a BAD way) and leaning towards the "emo" side of things, whereas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty. Odd&lt;/span&gt;. is a progression towards a better, more mature sound that is less about being so camp and pseudo-creepy emo rock and more about great songs that have more of a 70’s feel (although they’re still pretty camp, but this time it's kind of cool).  Panic... have embraced a more folky sound, as well as a more of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;psychedelic&lt;/span&gt;, with hints of old time Victoriana and pop. "Nine in the Afternoon" is a cute, happy song that is unashamedly poppy, (which I like) with a nice horn section and a great powerful chorus  (probably my favourite from the album), and "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)" is another great song with another great chorus and use of strings, with a vintage 70’s sound. Obviously the first album's scars will still stick around, but I think with time people will see them in a more respectable light, think of them a little more highly, and actually give this record a listen without &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;judging&lt;/span&gt; it first.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- TotalTrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCto3PCn8wo"&gt;Nine In The Afternoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2798149432981228632?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2798149432981228632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2798149432981228632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2798149432981228632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2798149432981228632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/panic-at-disco-pretty-odd-2008.html' title='Panic! 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[2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBzx6RfbWQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z68gm1FG0ZU/s72-c/51dYweBPCLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4200839719964700448</id><published>2008-05-03T18:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:06:44.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: Don’t Point That Thing at Me [1972]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Don’t Point That Thing at Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBzvlRfbWPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hGCmHaBX4kU/s1600-h/41Q716Y0CML._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBzvlRfbWPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hGCmHaBX4kU/s200/41Q716Y0CML._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196291493708126450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Kyril%20Bonfiglioli"&gt;Kyril Bonfiglioli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking for a swift, light mystery novel featuring an alcohol-soaked, insufferably &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;snobbish&lt;/span&gt; English art dealer?  I didn’t think so.  But pick up this recently reissued, overlooked classic featuring Charlie Mortdecai, and then thank me profusely.  The mystery through which Charlie stumbles—involving art and international spies and jumps from England to the US and back—is merely an excuse to enjoy Charlie the character, a kind of love child of Bertie Wooster and Jeffrey “The Dude” Lebowski.  He somehow manages to get the girls and win the fights, all the while maintaining an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;impeccably&lt;/span&gt; unruffled tone and coming off as innocent of anything other than a desire to find his next glass of Scotch.   Almost incidentally, the book takes a bitter turn near the end, and a nearly perfect ending it is, too. So &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; it just about makes you sorry—but not quite—that there are actually three Mortdecai novels, leaving you two more to enjoy later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4200839719964700448?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4200839719964700448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4200839719964700448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4200839719964700448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4200839719964700448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-dont-point-that-thing-at-me-1972.html' title='Book: Don’t Point That Thing at Me [1972]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBzvlRfbWPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hGCmHaBX4kU/s72-c/41Q716Y0CML._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5586338107902188317</id><published>2008-05-03T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:33:32.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Asthmatic Kitty Signs 7 New Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/6720/newsnewartistsgo9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asthmatickitty.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asthmatic Kitty Records&lt;/a&gt; have just announced the addition of 7 new artists to their Roster. They have released a free sampler album showcasing the works in progress of these new artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the Sampler &lt;a href="http://asthmatickitty.com/media/ak_worksinprogress.zip"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Stream the Muxtape &lt;a href="http://asthmatickitty.muxtape.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5586338107902188317?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5586338107902188317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5586338107902188317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5586338107902188317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5586338107902188317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/asthmatic-kitty-signs-7-new-artists.html' title='Asthmatic Kitty Signs 7 New Artists'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3250979361358714314</id><published>2008-05-01T13:15:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:20:01.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Roots / Rising Down [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBn7O9dthgI/AAAAAAAABx0/r7oIiyc7q4w/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBn7O9dthgI/AAAAAAAABx0/r7oIiyc7q4w/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195459879584499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Def Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Roots used to be a band you would identify with people like Erykah Badu or Jurassic 5. That definitely changed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Game Theory,&lt;/span&gt; and it seems this new sound is the way they want The Roots to be in this new era. They are not the same band who recorded “You Got Me” anymore. They are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;; dark synths in almost every track accompanied by crazy drum patterns and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;crude&lt;/span&gt; lyrics. Black Thought spits &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; rhymes with no sweeteners. In this album, there are lots of collaborations on the mic but The Roots lose no trace of their original sound, their concept. When a rap album is full of collaborations it usually ends up becoming an empty concept containing a bit of everything and nothing consistent at all. This is not the case. The Roots have succeeded in reinventing themselves every time it was necessary, delivering something new and interesting in every single album. I would only mention them and Gang Starr when it comes to rap artists who have been constantly updating their sound and giving a breath of fresh air to the scene, album after album for longer than, let’s say, 10 or 15 years. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=MPKtYhRZYSI"&gt;Get Busy (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/The_Roots_Rising_Down_LP/productmain/p/INS45026&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3250979361358714314?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3250979361358714314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3250979361358714314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3250979361358714314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3250979361358714314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/roots-rising-down.html' title='The Roots / Rising Down [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBn7O9dthgI/AAAAAAAABx0/r7oIiyc7q4w/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7069985458114345860</id><published>2008-05-01T10:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:34:28.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>2008 Virgin Mobile Festival Line-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/290zxfl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tickets for this two-day festival start at $175 for the full two days (August 9 &amp;amp; 10) at Pimilco Race Course in Baltimore, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginmobilefestival.com/"&gt;www.virginmobilefestival.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7069985458114345860?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7069985458114345860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7069985458114345860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7069985458114345860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7069985458114345860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-virgin-mobile-festival-line-up.html' title='2008 Virgin Mobile Festival Line-up'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/290zxfl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-750659587021505234</id><published>2008-04-30T23:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:34:08.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Algernon Cadwallader / Some Kind Of Cadwallader [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algernon Cadwallader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBk_wRfbWOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mpk5VPbIekk/s1600-h/SKCcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBk_wRfbWOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mpk5VPbIekk/s200/SKCcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195253743710066914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Some Kind Of Cadwallader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 25, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hell yeah! Tim Kinsella is back! (...) Oh wait, this isn't Kinsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la? Are you sure? (...) Damn I could swear that... Oh, hah I see now, you're just playing with me (...) But, I mean... Are you sure?"&lt;/span&gt; ... And that was my first chat with the guy that showed me this album. With Algernon Cadwallader’s (aalgerr wtf?) debut album, those &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;emo(tional)&lt;/span&gt; sounds of the early 90's that you hate (to love) are back, and this time they are using an even stranger band name.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Same shit, different ass,"&lt;/span&gt; are you saying? Well, no (maybe), but don't get me wrong, these guys are definitely worth the listen, at least to remember those old days when everything was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; and new (yeah, right) and before I keep using more parentheses, I just want to send a message to all those future American Footballs and Cap'n Jazzes out there that are going to try using the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;same formula&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Khyne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.http//youtube.com/watch?v=7-vGn-jlvWY"&gt;Serial Killer Status&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-750659587021505234?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/750659587021505234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=750659587021505234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/750659587021505234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/750659587021505234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/algernon-cadwallader-some-kind-of.html' title='Algernon Cadwallader / Some Kind Of Cadwallader [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBk_wRfbWOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mpk5VPbIekk/s72-c/SKCcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-8951241159840769233</id><published>2008-04-30T22:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:34:08.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Tokyo Police Club / Elephant Shell [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokyo Police Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBksSBfbWMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pTTavdv2Z_8/s1600-h/51N547LVEhL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBksSBfbWMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pTTavdv2Z_8/s200/51N547LVEhL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195232333298096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant Shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saddle Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't deal with the "clap clap" effect and this CD is full of it, but Dave Monks' vocals are a positive factor. I can't find anything particular or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt; in this release; I've listened to it like five times, and trust me, that's enough &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant Shell&lt;/span&gt; for me. These days I just need to find the perfect tunes that can turn down my anger and anxiety, and this CD didn't do the job. Yes, maybe the problem is inside me. It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; Monday morning; you wake up searching for something fresh in the refrigerator, but the only thing you find is a half-full glass of lemonade. You pick it up, walk to the balcony, look at the sky, and think: "Dammit! It's gonna rain, it's time to hurry up..." At that moment this LP starts to sound like a soundtrack of your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt; Monday, but at least it's not impossible to say you can enjoy it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hi6uera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.saddle-creek.com/sounds/TokyoPoliceClub_InACave.mp3"&gt;In A Cave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-8951241159840769233?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8951241159840769233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=8951241159840769233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8951241159840769233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/8951241159840769233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/tokyo-police-club-elephant-shell-2008.html' title='Tokyo Police Club / Elephant Shell [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBksSBfbWMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pTTavdv2Z_8/s72-c/51N547LVEhL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3264453783975278821</id><published>2008-04-30T12:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:04:56.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Tapes 'N Tapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3fid%3D1586214%26vid%3D228022&amp;amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" base="." height="218" width="323"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang Them All" from their album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk it Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3264453783975278821?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3264453783975278821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3264453783975278821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3264453783975278821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3264453783975278821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-video-tapes-n-tapes.html' title='New Video: Tapes &apos;N Tapes'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6875012688632086728</id><published>2008-04-29T23:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:35:40.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower [1999]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;The Perks Of Being A Wallflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBfnkRfbWLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BXO5D6e2jo4/s1600-h/31A7NZZZVGL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBfnkRfbWLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BXO5D6e2jo4/s200/31A7NZZZVGL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194875305551681714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Stephen%20Chbosky"&gt;Stephen Chbosky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a book about high school, and friendship, and books, and mixed tapes, and parties, and love and sex.  It’s disguised as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; adult novel, but Charlie, who narrates the book as a series of letters which put the reader in the role of confidant (“Dear Friend,” begins each chapter), stands firmly in the tradition of Holden Caulfield, still raging against the phonies, as Chbosky makes explicit in more than one of the many literary/musical/cultural references strewn around the book.  The novel rests entirely on the narrative voice of Charlie—awkward, shy, open, way emotional, opinionated (whether you nod in agreement or clench your teeth in frustration at his musical taste will say a lot about your relationship to this book), funny, warm, confused, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt; moving.  The target of prurient book banners and the focus of obsessive cult fans, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wallflower&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt;, will be exactly the right novel at exactly the right moment for many teenagers, and more than a few adults. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gilligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6875012688632086728?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6875012688632086728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6875012688632086728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6875012688632086728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6875012688632086728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-perks-of-being-wallflower-1999.html' title='Book: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower [1999]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBfnkRfbWLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BXO5D6e2jo4/s72-c/31A7NZZZVGL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4867714075513365254</id><published>2008-04-29T12:33:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:23:15.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Russian Red live @ La Sala Castelló (Barcelona) [4.25.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdPcNdthfI/AAAAAAAABxs/YwcDMO3J_ng/s1600-h/RussianRedPol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdPcNdthfI/AAAAAAAABxs/YwcDMO3J_ng/s200/RussianRedPol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194708041264367090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I have to say my bathroom is bigger than that venue. I had never been there before so I didn’t know how it was. The sound wasn’t bad at all but there was some noisy air conditioner which wouldn’t have been a problem if it was a punk concert. It was not a punk band, it was Russian Red. Therefore, the atmosphere she tried to create was (once again) not 100% alright, even though it was much better than her show at Primavera Sound last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was accompanied by a guy playing keyboards and a xylophone and another one playing an electric guitar (she played an acoustic guitar herself). Not bad, not bad. There were some instants where the three musicians combined so harmonically and, despite some amateurism, the whole concert was very consistent. By amateurism I mean some mistakes while playing the instruments or some lack of connection between them. Anyway, these signs of amateurism weren’t very significant and they added some beauty to the show instead of devaluing it. She played songs from her album, some new songs (I remember she said they played one for first time) and also covered “Somewhere Over The Rainbow”. For her cover of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” she was accompanied by the projection of a video about Peter Pan and a theme park (ok, it was more profound than that, but I don’t feel like getting into detail). The girl who recorded it made a brief appearance explaining the relation between her, the video and Russian Red.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was spectacular, dressed in a bright yellow dress and singing with that angelical voice. The best thing about her is the way she sings. She really looks like she's feeling it, feeling every word she’s saying. Her music sounds melancholic but there’s always some place for hope and happiness too. I must be influenced by her looks but the first word I’d come up with if you said Russian Red would be delicate. She looks delicate. Her music sounds delicate. You better go see her in some little venue rather than in a big festival if you have the chance, because this music needs some intimate place to be enjoyed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdPNtdtheI/AAAAAAAABxk/P4h_W8qRJ8Y/s1600-h/alt+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdPNtdtheI/AAAAAAAABxk/P4h_W8qRJ8Y/s400/alt+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194707792156263906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdO9NdthdI/AAAAAAAABxc/eHoHSu4sP1c/s1600-h/alt+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdO9NdthdI/AAAAAAAABxc/eHoHSu4sP1c/s400/alt+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194707508688422354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdOuddthcI/AAAAAAAABxU/zoOH0HnSdx0/s1600-h/alt+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdOuddthcI/AAAAAAAABxU/zoOH0HnSdx0/s400/alt+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194707255285351874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdOetdthbI/AAAAAAAABxM/cf8wzmx2LJI/s1600-h/alt+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdOetdthbI/AAAAAAAABxM/cf8wzmx2LJI/s400/alt+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194706984702412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4867714075513365254?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4867714075513365254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4867714075513365254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4867714075513365254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4867714075513365254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/russian-red-live-la-sala-castell.html' title='Russian Red live @ La Sala Castelló (Barcelona) [4.25.2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBdPcNdthfI/AAAAAAAABxs/YwcDMO3J_ng/s72-c/RussianRedPol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1617617995800276684</id><published>2008-04-28T23:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:34:53.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Portishead "Machine Gun"  [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pkeDsG2MKA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pkeDsG2MKA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell what the next &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cyberpunk&lt;/span&gt; nightmare will be like. You can’t predict any of the forces that will break the next hole in your mind-wall, that outside shell that keeps bad trips away; you can’t expect what you don’t know. Pixelation, though lately becoming fashionable and even lovable, may render your heart to pieces if you don’t take care, if you keep waiting for the next beat (bit) to come up before you wake up. Night is not a good companion for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; cybernauts who, living in that static, blueish black-and-white quality video world, feed on new music and post-beat literature; yet, if you keep coming back to the same places, if you remember what made you what you are now, it is possible that you'll find something that, even tearing apart half of your OS, might give you some hope and perspective, maybe show you a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt; spot for you to drink your coffee in the morning.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1617617995800276684?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1617617995800276684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1617617995800276684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1617617995800276684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1617617995800276684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-video-portishead-machine-gun-2008.html' title='New Video: Portishead &quot;Machine Gun&quot;  [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7214122108641015330</id><published>2008-04-28T06:33:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:55:37.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book: House Of Leaves [2000]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;House of Leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBWpIRfbWHI/AAAAAAAAATg/bmBfWMi8tqo/s1600-h/410191RD07L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBWpIRfbWHI/AAAAAAAAATg/bmBfWMi8tqo/s200/410191RD07L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194243704841001074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Mark%20Z.%20Danielewski"&gt;Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To properly represent this massive, odd, aggravating, stunning riddle of a book, it would be necessary to print the words &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;sideways&lt;/span&gt;, upside down, inside out, piled on top of each other, in margins, footnoted, illustrated, colliding, sometimes to add layers of meaning, sometimes merely to confuse, almost always to intriguing effect.  Instead, first of all, it can be said there are two main plots that interweave here: Will Navidson and his partner Karen Green explore their new house, which turns out to contain an anomaly of space, which leads to more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;explorations&lt;/span&gt;, deeper and deeper into a mysterious and chilling blackness; Johnny Truant comments on the manuscript we are reading, which we are led to believe was left behind by a man named Zampanò, and Johnny’s footnotes and comments intrude further and further into the tale—sometimes taking over many pages—with a chemical-fueled tale of their own.  But the main figure in the book remains Danielewski himself, simultaneously sending up critical theories, trying out some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;outrageous&lt;/span&gt; idea every few pages, driving the typesetter crazy with new ways to present the text on the page, and yes, sometimes merely showing off, but ultimately writing a novel that is haunting in a very real, traditional way, a novel about guilt and fear, about knowing and not knowing, and the obsessions that can result when the two collide. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Gilligan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7214122108641015330?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7214122108641015330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7214122108641015330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7214122108641015330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7214122108641015330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-house-of-leaves-2000.html' title='Book: House Of Leaves [2000]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBWpIRfbWHI/AAAAAAAAATg/bmBfWMi8tqo/s72-c/410191RD07L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6801041846934922557</id><published>2008-04-28T06:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:35:19.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Gregor Samsa / Rest [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gregor Samsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBWnTBfbWGI/AAAAAAAAATY/di4OXJ_gcHU/s1600-h/51UItoJUAKL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBWnTBfbWGI/AAAAAAAAATY/di4OXJ_gcHU/s200/51UItoJUAKL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194241690501339234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kora Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 24, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While swimming through this music, you will find, for sure, some beautiful &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;symphonic&lt;/span&gt; orchestrations, a lot of nostalgic guitars and many distant noises made by thousands of soft keyboards and dreamy voices whispering oceanic lullabies in your ears (because, without any advice, by the end of the first song you will be at the bottom of the sea). All of the sudden you will find yourself in the middle of a silent &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; through the deepest currents of the Atlantic, where purple tides and hidden life forms will shape dreams of sound and colors wherever you go. You’ll ask yourself for the nature of this music. What is it made of? Why is it this silent, this quiet, this dreamy? You may have no answer, but you will know for sure that your mind was, all along, filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt; streams of sound and subtle music. And then you’ll realize, in awe, that it just takes a post-rock album to show you the liquid side of your memories. You better swim, then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/01%20The%20Adolescent.mp3"&gt;The Adolescent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Rest/dp/B0015PJ03M/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dmusic&amp;amp;qid=1209378535&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6801041846934922557?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6801041846934922557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6801041846934922557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6801041846934922557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6801041846934922557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/gregor-samsa-rest-2008.html' title='Gregor Samsa / Rest [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBWnTBfbWGI/AAAAAAAAATY/di4OXJ_gcHU/s72-c/51UItoJUAKL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1562874490743551433</id><published>2008-04-27T13:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:28:20.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: O.C. &amp; A.G. - 2 For The Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KU9L1InZdKg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KU9L1InZdKg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New single from the upcoming album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1562874490743551433?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1562874490743551433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1562874490743551433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1562874490743551433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1562874490743551433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-video-oc-ag-2-for-money.html' title='New Video: O.C. &amp; A.G. - 2 For The Money'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4929869741127635317</id><published>2008-04-27T12:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:24:58.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Looptroop Rockers / Good Things [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBStKddthZI/AAAAAAAABw8/RvUK8K3dwy4/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBStKddthZI/AAAAAAAABw8/RvUK8K3dwy4/s320/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193966665484567954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looptroop Rockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DVSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve always thought Sweden would be the perfect country if it weren't that cold. They are just a few people but they have a really interesting music scene concerning lots of different music styles and they are like Mecca for any social democrat like me. Promoe has been always around, always releasing good albums and recording nice music. Now he’s back with his band, Looptroop Rockers, for another album. The album starts pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; with three songs reflecting Looptroop’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;classic&lt;/span&gt; style: rhymes over fresh hip hop beats with some Jamaican influence (always in a precise measure) that go from reflections about life and social consciousness to friends and family. However, not every single song is as consistent as “The Building,” and there are some which I’m sure were recorded with an intention to innovate but actually sound awful (like “Al Mazika”). At least you should check “The Building” video recorded in the streets of Stockholm. Get a copy of the album &lt;a href="http://www.looptrooprockers.com/get-good-things/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wGHptgLC28&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Building (video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRJM3VL1HkE"&gt;The Building (live video in the streets of Stockholm)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4929869741127635317?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4929869741127635317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4929869741127635317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4929869741127635317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4929869741127635317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/looptroop-rockers-good-things-2008.html' title='Looptroop Rockers / Good Things [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBStKddthZI/AAAAAAAABw8/RvUK8K3dwy4/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3885134458937194638</id><published>2008-04-26T09:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:50:56.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Pitchfork Music Festival 2008 (Full Line-Up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBM1PNdthYI/AAAAAAAABw0/b5_KGy-5VH8/s1600-h/Sears+Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBM1PNdthYI/AAAAAAAABw0/b5_KGy-5VH8/s400/Sears+Tower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193553330716902786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, July 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitchfork Music Festival and All Tomorrow's Parties present "Don't Look Back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Enemy performing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sebadoh performing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bubble and Scrape&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Mission of Burma performing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, July 19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Collective&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis Cocker&lt;br /&gt;* The Hold Steady *&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Dizzee Rascal&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;br /&gt;* Caribou *&lt;br /&gt;Jay Reatard&lt;br /&gt;* Titus Andronicus *&lt;br /&gt;No Age&lt;br /&gt;Atlas Sound&lt;br /&gt;Extra Golden&lt;br /&gt;* Elf Power *&lt;br /&gt;The Ruby Suns&lt;br /&gt;* Icy Demons *&lt;br /&gt;A Hawk and a Hacksaw&lt;br /&gt;Occidental Brothers Dance Band International&lt;br /&gt;* Boban i Marko Markovic Orkestar *&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, July 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaur Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritualized&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward&lt;br /&gt;Ghostface and Raekwon&lt;br /&gt;Les Savy Fav&lt;br /&gt;The Apples in Stereo&lt;br /&gt;Boris&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Projectors&lt;br /&gt;* Times New Viking *&lt;br /&gt;Cut Copy&lt;br /&gt;* Bon Iver *&lt;br /&gt;The Dodos&lt;br /&gt;King Khan &amp;amp; His Shrines&lt;br /&gt;El Guincho&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Buttons&lt;br /&gt;* HEALTH *&lt;br /&gt;* High Places *&lt;br /&gt;* Mahjongg *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ more info &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news/50221-hold-steady-sebadoh-caribou-complete-p4k-fest-bill"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3885134458937194638?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3885134458937194638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3885134458937194638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3885134458937194638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3885134458937194638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/pitchfork-music-festival-2008-full-line.html' title='Pitchfork Music Festival 2008 (Full Line-Up)'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBM1PNdthYI/AAAAAAAABw0/b5_KGy-5VH8/s72-c/Sears+Tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5500665549185362769</id><published>2008-04-24T12:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:04:38.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Kanser / Future Retro Legacy [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBCzEddthXI/AAAAAAAABws/RW7Cjiufqj8/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBCzEddthXI/AAAAAAAABws/RW7Cjiufqj8/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847259568276850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Future Retro Legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interlock Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underground hip hop is dead. That golden era which started (let’s say) with Mos Def and Talib Kweli rescuing hip-hop after the deaths of Biggie and Pac when Jedi Mind Tricks and Jurassic 5 were still cool and Non Phixion were taking over the underground scene is no longer a reality. In the last three or four years we have only seen mediocre albums being published and it has been really hard to find dope underground material (the best albums from last years have been mainstream releases). However, there must be some exceptions to confirm the rule and Kanser may be one. These unknown guys from Minnesota have recorded a quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; album. In fact, this is their 7th album (or that’s what they say in their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kanser"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;) but I had never heard about them before. The beats from the first songs are really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; (there are some awesome guitar samples) and the message contained in their lyrics is nothing new but still pushes you to some basic &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;reflections&lt;/span&gt; like, for example, the sense of showing off instead of focusing on music. If you were waiting for some enjoyable underground shit, you should give them a chance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/12/27/1666051/03.%20Coming%20Out%20Again%20%28The%20Sunshine%20Song%29.mp3"&gt;Coming Out Again (The Sunshine Song)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5500665549185362769?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5500665549185362769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5500665549185362769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5500665549185362769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5500665549185362769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/kanser-future-retro-legacy-2008.html' title='Kanser / Future Retro Legacy [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SBCzEddthXI/AAAAAAAABws/RW7Cjiufqj8/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3107203648307179673</id><published>2008-04-23T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:26:33.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Said The Shark / Silly Killings [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said The Shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBAEtBfbWFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6phvPS242_M/s1600-h/51DQ9ffna1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBAEtBfbWFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6phvPS242_M/s200/51DQ9ffna1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192655541899057234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Silly Killings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iwave Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 17, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wake up at 3 a.m to understand what it feels like for some people to live in spaces of time with no age. You may be sitting at your desk, looking through a new window to the world, trying to make a new one in your head as well, and have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;flashbacks&lt;/span&gt; of 70's New York, your girlfriend handing you a dose before you enter a Velvet Underground concert at the Factory. It's the right time to be driving, late at night, heading north, singing your heart out to music you don't know. Nothing will happen between you and the world, no one will ever know your secrets; you are, as you read yesterday somewhere, glad nobody can know what you think. In the end, it's OK to be sitting in some dark corner, coffee mug in hand, taking care of your cuts with iodine–remember not to fight before dinner with your parents–singing some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;child-like songs&lt;/span&gt; to yourself, feeling like a paper girl; nothing else you can do. But maybe you do have to go through all of this to understand the way music makes itself one with you when stripped down to its bare functions, relating each of its loosely pulsed beats which make no time at all with each of your last heartbeats as you wander away in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;post-psychedelic&lt;/span&gt; non-dreams. Just remember to turn off the lights when you leave the room. [they say you are/a lost cause] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/saidtheshark"&gt;True Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Silly-Killings-Explicit/dp/B00163PWBC/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dmusic&amp;amp;qid=1209009719&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3107203648307179673?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3107203648307179673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3107203648307179673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3107203648307179673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3107203648307179673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/said-shark-silly-killings-2008.html' title='Said The Shark / Silly Killings [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SBAEtBfbWFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6phvPS242_M/s72-c/51DQ9ffna1L._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2641665880374302316</id><published>2008-04-23T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:37:52.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Mates of State</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get Better" from the upcoming album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-Arrange Us&lt;/span&gt;, out May 20th on Barsuk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2641665880374302316?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2641665880374302316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2641665880374302316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2641665880374302316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2641665880374302316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-video-mates-of-state.html' title='New Video: Mates of State'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2308126582500350753</id><published>2008-04-21T16:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:59:20.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Prodigy - H.N.I.C. Pt. 2 [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAz364bjjxI/AAAAAAAABwk/m2FKCGZ_mP8/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAz364bjjxI/AAAAAAAABwk/m2FKCGZ_mP8/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191797061403774738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prodigy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.N.I.C. Pt. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G-Unit Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes things are not like you expected. When Prodigy released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,”&lt;/span&gt; I was really excited about his new album (plus last year's album was dope too). It seemed Prodigy was still focused on the mic and Alchemist had found a new sound for him which could be as fantastic as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Return Of The Mac&lt;/span&gt;’s beats. You actually get quite satisfied when you listen to the first track, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Real Power Is People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;. That’s a wonderfully calculated intro for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;. The album sounds solid till the fourth or fifth track. Then, some boring beats and rhymes make an appearance and by the end of it &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;monotony&lt;/span&gt; is the tendency from track to track. The other vocal collaborations don’t help much, though. It’s a pity because it could have been great if Alchemist had just used the instrumental concept of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; for some other songs (or perhaps there are too many beats from Sid Roams) and Prodigy had managed to write just a few more solid verses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GrMgRBt6Roo"&gt;The Life (video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/Prodigy_H.N.I.C._Pt._2_%5BClean%5D_CD/productmain/p/AAO40706.2&amp;amp;from=19826/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.insound.com/images_etc/buyatinsound_140x28_wt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2308126582500350753?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2308126582500350753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2308126582500350753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2308126582500350753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2308126582500350753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/prodigy-hnic-pt-2.html' title='Prodigy - H.N.I.C. Pt. 2 [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAz364bjjxI/AAAAAAAABwk/m2FKCGZ_mP8/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3615351333008235021</id><published>2008-04-21T11:02:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:48:54.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Nada Surf &amp; Superdrag live @ Terminal 5 (NYC) [4.11.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SAyvtaI457I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q5V41kR80pQ/s1600-h/nada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SAyvtaI457I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q5V41kR80pQ/s200/nada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191717665096918962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll start by saying that $22 was a bargain to see both Nada Surf and Superdrag co-headlining. They played at  Terminal 5 in NYC, a huge venue with two separate balcony levels. We got there not too long after the doors opened and were able to get a really good spot on the main floor. Superdrag started the show; they played a great set with songs mostly from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Regretfully Yours&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Head Trip In Every Key&lt;/span&gt;. They also played a couple of new tracks and a song from John Davis’ new solo album. Their new stuff was alright, I wasn’t really too impressed. I was just glad they played “Do the Vampire.” They closed the set with “Destination Ursa Major” before exiting the stage, and by this time, the venue was packed. Nada Surf took the stage and introduced one of the dudes from Calexico who is playing keyboard and horns during their tour. They opened with “Hi-Speed Soul” which was followed by “Happy Kid." Most of their set consisted of songs from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Go&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Some memorable moments include Matthew Caws wearing a fox hat while playing “The Fox”, Ira Elliot using drumsticks with glowing tips during “Fruit Flies”, “Stalemate/Love Will Tear Us Apart”, and Matthew making us sing and dance to “Inside of Love.” Something that surprised most of us was when halfway through their set Matthew says: “Contrary to popular belief, we still enjoy playing this song,” and they begin to play “Popular.” (They have mentioned in interviews that they don’t like playing that song.) It was great and the crowd was clearly excited. They closed the show with “Blankest Year” (with horns added by the Calexico dude). Overall, a really fun show. I had a great time. Nada Surf will keep touring throughout the summer so definitely go see them play if you can. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinasucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2r7pjmg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/dgibs9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blankest Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzAvBeRfeGA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzAvBeRfeGA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E10Sfi54Bxo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E10Sfi54Bxo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada Surf's setlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-Speed Soul&lt;br /&gt;Happy Kid&lt;br /&gt;Whose Authority&lt;br /&gt;What is Your Secret?&lt;br /&gt;Weightless&lt;br /&gt;Killian’s Red&lt;br /&gt;I Like What You Say&lt;br /&gt;Inside of Love&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Flies&lt;br /&gt;80 Windows&lt;br /&gt;Popular&lt;br /&gt;Stalemate&lt;br /&gt;Paper Boats&lt;br /&gt;Ice on the Wing&lt;br /&gt;The Fox&lt;br /&gt;Do it Again&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Beat&lt;br /&gt;See These Bones&lt;br /&gt;Blizzard of '77&lt;br /&gt;Blonde on Blonde&lt;br /&gt;Always Love&lt;br /&gt;Blankest Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3615351333008235021?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3615351333008235021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3615351333008235021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3615351333008235021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3615351333008235021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/nada-surf-superdrag-live-terminal-5-nyc.html' title='Nada Surf &amp; Superdrag live @ Terminal 5 (NYC) [4.11.2008]'/><author><name>Tinasucks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/SAyvtaI457I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q5V41kR80pQ/s72-c/nada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5619725769395935171</id><published>2008-04-21T09:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:49:46.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Russian Red / I Love Your Glasses [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAygGobjjvI/AAAAAAAABwU/cPgvf67yzNo/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAygGobjjvI/AAAAAAAABwU/cPgvf67yzNo/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191700506243993330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russian Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Your Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eureka Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One year ago, when I saw her live for first time, I couldn’t appreciate her music. She was playing at Primavera Sound on a tiny stage and the intimate atmosphere she tried to create was destroyed by some loud music coming from another stage. I remember I liked her and that a guy told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“This girl is gonna do something big,”&lt;/span&gt; but I didn’t really care about her till she came up with this album. Russian Red is going to be the next Spanish artist to achieve notorious international indie success. She sings &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;delicate&lt;/span&gt; songs in English with a tone that reminds me of Cat Power, Hanne Hukkelberg and even Feist with some Joanna Newsom influences. Let’s face it: being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, delicate and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;profound&lt;/span&gt; pop/rock/folk singer is a good way to catch everybody’s attention right now. What’s more, she’s been lucky to form such a lovely band to accompany her voice and guitar. Russian Red will be a name you’ll probably hear about over and over again this year. Check European tour dates in her &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/russianready"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/4/21/1876798/03.%20They%20Don%27t%20Believe.mp3"&gt;They Don't Believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5619725769395935171?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5619725769395935171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5619725769395935171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5619725769395935171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5619725769395935171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/russian-red-i-love-your-glasses-2008.html' title='Russian Red / I Love Your Glasses [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAygGobjjvI/AAAAAAAABwU/cPgvf67yzNo/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3615580152785291713</id><published>2008-04-21T07:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:44:16.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Be Your Own Pet live @ Pop Bar, Razzmatazz (Barcelona) [4.18.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAypWIbjjwI/AAAAAAAABwc/bCFJuBviln0/s1600-h/byop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAypWIbjjwI/AAAAAAAABwc/bCFJuBviln0/s200/byop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191710668136615682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn’t believe those guys scheduled a Be Your Own Pet gig in such a tiny room. Razzmatazz is a local club with five different rooms, two of them quite big and three little ones. I thought they were famous enough over here to play in big venues but I guess they thought not many people would attend because of Black Lips concert at the Apolo and a popular university party taking place the same night. Anyway, they were not wrong at all because the place was not packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tennessee foursome gave us what we expected, what we wanted. They were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt; from the beginning to the end and, even though Jemina Pearl’s lyrics were not always clearly understandable, the show was great. You know, who cares about a little bit of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;distortion&lt;/span&gt; and shitty sound when all you want to do is jump and shout? The band was so receptive to the crowd’s demands, maybe too much. There were a bunch of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;skinheads&lt;/span&gt; who started being funny and ended up being terribly annoying. After the first song, Jemina said they were so glad to play their first gig in Spain or something like that. After that, the skinheads told her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Barcelona is not Spain,”&lt;/span&gt; and she was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Oh ok, we are Americans. We don’t know about such things. Barcelona is not Spain!”&lt;/span&gt; It would have been funny if it had just finished there but those guys were insisting so much I think Jemina got pissed off. On the other hand, the bassist Nathan Vasquez, who is such a cool guy (not only because of his hairstyle), was the only one who actually seemed to have fun with the awkward skinheads.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of some technical problems and those rude guys, I think everybody there had fun. They are really young but just by controlling a few simple tricks they manage to deliver a consistent show. If you imagined they would be madly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt; on the stage after listening to their albums, you were right. And no, I was not drunk this time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsov4bjjtI/AAAAAAAABwE/_15L1NLZEwo/s1600-h/Cantant+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsov4bjjtI/AAAAAAAABwE/_15L1NLZEwo/s400/Cantant+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191287798541553362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsojIbjjsI/AAAAAAAABv8/i7zhZnCcvMA/s1600-h/Grup+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsojIbjjsI/AAAAAAAABv8/i7zhZnCcvMA/s400/Grup+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191287579498221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsoUYbjjrI/AAAAAAAABv0/EumTmcmTgU4/s1600-h/Baixista,+Cantant+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsoUYbjjrI/AAAAAAAABv0/EumTmcmTgU4/s400/Baixista,+Cantant+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191287326095150770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsoIYbjjqI/AAAAAAAABvs/YLI20_A51rc/s1600-h/Guitarra+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAsoIYbjjqI/AAAAAAAABvs/YLI20_A51rc/s400/Guitarra+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191287119936720546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21313306@N00/sets/72157604632726354/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3615580152785291713?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3615580152785291713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3615580152785291713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3615580152785291713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3615580152785291713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-your-own-pet-live-pop-bar-razzmatazz.html' title='Be Your Own Pet live @ Pop Bar, Razzmatazz (Barcelona) [4.18.2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAypWIbjjwI/AAAAAAAABwc/bCFJuBviln0/s72-c/byop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-5823986921055054708</id><published>2008-04-20T23:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:40:30.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Presets / Apocalypso [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Presets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwPMY1bQkI/AAAAAAAAATE/Jm7yFpIIg60/s1600-h/l_4565c09ef8bcd6d49f2f8abea3036cd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwPMY1bQkI/AAAAAAAAATE/Jm7yFpIIg60/s200/l_4565c09ef8bcd6d49f2f8abea3036cd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191541175950721602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Apocalypso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 12, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching a line of marching &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;robots&lt;/span&gt;. Their steps form a pattern on the ground, a perfect square drawn by their giant metal boots. The regularity of the walk gives shape, also, to a persistent beat, a fixed rhythmical structure embellished by the synthesizers that begin to sound whenever these funky man-machines move their arms. As the movements grow more and more complex, the music they make does too. Slowly, a perfectly crafted &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;mechanical&lt;/span&gt; party music appears in front of my eyes. The robots, without abandoning their march, begin chanting rocking lyrics and, around them, a whole crowd dances, in awe.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “I’m here with all of my people/Locked up with all of my people / So let me hear you scream if you’re with me,"&lt;/span&gt; sings one of the robots. Everybody around me yells at the top of their lungs. I feel the bass pumping in my loins and close my eyes.  I would, indeed, give anything to slowly merge my body with their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;hypnotic&lt;/span&gt; march, their square-shaped mechanical ritual.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/02-the_presets-my_people.mp3"&gt;My People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Apocalypso-Presets/dp/B0014FCRWO/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208748211&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-5823986921055054708?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5823986921055054708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=5823986921055054708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5823986921055054708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/5823986921055054708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/presets-apocalypso-2008.html' title='The Presets / Apocalypso [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwPMY1bQkI/AAAAAAAAATE/Jm7yFpIIg60/s72-c/l_4565c09ef8bcd6d49f2f8abea3036cd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2537340664031412621</id><published>2008-04-20T23:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:52:56.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Balance Problems / Morning Sun [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balance Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwG441bQiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/I02xFMNkDtE/s1600-h/cdfrontsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwG441bQiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/I02xFMNkDtE/s200/cdfrontsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191532044850250274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance Problems isn't a band I’ve heard before, but I have to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Sun&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; album. Songs like "Presidents Day" and "Blankets in the Grass" are sweet and sunny sounding, and definitely remind me of the album's pretty title. I really liked the use of banjo, and acoustic guitar, too – I thought it created a feeling of warmth that gave the album a little added &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;depth&lt;/span&gt; that it probably needed. Although I thought the album was really &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; and pretty in places, I’m not entirely sure I’d go out and buy it. It’s not really what I like lyrically (I’m not really a sucker for constant songs about how they feel about some girl), or in terms of vocal style (WAY too breathy) or sound (a little bit bland in places), but it's worth listening to at least – and I think the album deserves some credit. Overall, this album is pretty nice, and standout tracks like "Blankets in the Grass" are worth hearing. Don’t expect a masterpiece, I guess, but do expect some well-crafted, well-thought-out songs and arrangements that will at least remind you of summer or your friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- TotalTrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=31582595"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2537340664031412621?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2537340664031412621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2537340664031412621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2537340664031412621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2537340664031412621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/balance-problems-morning-sun-2008.html' title='Balance Problems / Morning Sun [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwG441bQiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/I02xFMNkDtE/s72-c/cdfrontsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3678849489665589190</id><published>2008-04-20T22:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:52:56.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Drift / Memory Drawings [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwBs41bQgI/AAAAAAAAASk/OXgSidqc810/s1600-h/41FOHJuHefL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwBs41bQgI/AAAAAAAAASk/OXgSidqc810/s200/41FOHJuHefL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191526341133681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="asinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;Memory Drawings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Temporary Residence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muted trumpet improvising over the solid post-rock landscapes made me think of a long orange brush over a blue, uniform canvas. Or maybe, a straight line left by a wandering aeroplane in the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It made me think of blurred memories, visions of forests and abandoned cities, the rage of a rock and roll night and the smoke of a cigarette under the dimmed lights of a jazz club. It made me think of possibilities, of paths leading to new places, of unexpected &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;combinations&lt;/span&gt; that suddenly give birth to music you never imagined and nevertheless needed more than anything. (Gigantic spaces, a deep, black night.) Boy, I love the sound of that trumpet moving over the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;dreamy&lt;/span&gt; chords of the guitar. I really do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/01%20-%20if%20wishes%20were%20like%20horses.mp3"&gt;If Wishes Were Like Horses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Memory-Drawings-Drift/dp/B0014DBZVU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208745926&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3678849489665589190?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3678849489665589190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3678849489665589190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3678849489665589190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3678849489665589190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/drift-memory-drawings-2008.html' title='The Drift / Memory Drawings [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAwBs41bQgI/AAAAAAAAASk/OXgSidqc810/s72-c/41FOHJuHefL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-4777662045343343148</id><published>2008-04-19T12:55:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:45:24.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Shotta / Sangre [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAol54bjjpI/AAAAAAAABvk/KEVasw1YfRM/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAol54bjjpI/AAAAAAAABvk/KEVasw1YfRM/s400/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191003196828651154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boa Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Big Hozone&lt;/span&gt; produces almost every single beat of an album the mc is not the point. OK, that was an exaggeration and by that I didn’t mean Shotta is not a good mc, but still… Hozone is one of the best European hip-hop producers. No doubt. Shotta made his first step in the business when he was still a teenager (he was 17, I think) with his brother Tote King (one of the biggest Spanish rappers). That album, titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu Madre Es Una Foca&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Mother is a Seal&lt;/span&gt;), was also produced by Big Hozone and has become a Spanish rap classic. Nevertheless, his solo debut album was rather crappy. Now he’s back to prove to us he can manage to make a decent album. We knew he had skills, but he needed a balance between his teenage rudeness and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;solid&lt;/span&gt; message. There’s even some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;social consciousness&lt;/span&gt; here. Who could imagine Shotta would talk about global warming, poverty, etc? In my opinion, even if this album is nothing spectacular, at least he has achieved that goal. Now he’s in the right position to build a successful career. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / 4 songs included in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sangre&lt;/span&gt; available on his &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shottifer"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-4777662045343343148?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4777662045343343148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=4777662045343343148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4777662045343343148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/4777662045343343148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/shotta-sangre-2008.html' title='Shotta / Sangre [2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAol54bjjpI/AAAAAAAABvk/KEVasw1YfRM/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2388730793195954293</id><published>2008-04-17T15:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:28:43.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New Video: Lykke Li - I'm Good, I'm Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngd45o-M_M4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngd45o-M_M4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember I posted about her some weeks ago? This video is just wonderful, but that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJHdT1j6hH8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;live version&lt;/a&gt; was awesome too. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2388730793195954293?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2388730793195954293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2388730793195954293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2388730793195954293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2388730793195954293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-video-likke-li-im-good-im-gone.html' title='New Video: Lykke Li - I&apos;m Good, I&apos;m Gone'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-167354688361413335</id><published>2008-04-16T19:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:17:03.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wye Oak / If Children [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wye Oak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAaHgxuHG9I/AAAAAAAAASc/hUsQuuoVnPc/s1600-h/61MQRbaawsL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAaHgxuHG9I/AAAAAAAAASc/hUsQuuoVnPc/s200/61MQRbaawsL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189984617763380178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKpAxuHG5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/GuW6_yRvdr8/s1600-h/90ca81b0c8a07fdf5c119110.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will rain tomorrow. Maybe next week you will find the love of your life. Maybe your boss hates you. Maybe your wallet isn't completely lost yet. Maybe all Andy Stack and Jenn Wasner want is to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Children&lt;/span&gt; is just another album filled with beautiful guitars, striking lyrics and colorful melodies. Maybe I'm not smart enough to write a better review. Maybe being named for the largest white oak tree in the United States isn't just for marketing purposes. Maybe, just maybe, everything will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt; once again.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Khyne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.mergerecords.com/audio/wyeoak/warning.mp3"&gt;Warning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/If-Children-Wye-Oak/dp/B0014DC082/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208387283&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-167354688361413335?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/167354688361413335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=167354688361413335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/167354688361413335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/167354688361413335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/wye-oak-if-children-2008.html' title='Wye Oak / If Children [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAaHgxuHG9I/AAAAAAAAASc/hUsQuuoVnPc/s72-c/61MQRbaawsL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6471447933598134646</id><published>2008-04-16T09:26:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:58:25.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>MSTRKRFT + Shitdisco live @ Lido (Berlin) [4.10.2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAYB-AwrLyI/AAAAAAAABvc/pNaXV8my8E4/s1600-h/Shitdisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAYB-AwrLyI/AAAAAAAABvc/pNaXV8my8E4/s200/Shitdisco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189837785458749218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, it was fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; in the streets of Berlin. They opened the doors at 10.00 PM but we waited outside for almost an hour. A mass of modern and young Berliners invaded Schlesische Straβe. They were drinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; while waiting to get into the Lido and nobody could tell us if we really had to wait having bought the tickets the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got in, the place looked far more decent than we expected. It had two rooms, the stage room and another one with sofas, tables and chairs. There was a really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nice atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; and the place was quite packed even though it was Thursday. We had some beers (2.50 or 3€, quite cheap) and played foosball with local people. We are not such a good players but Berliners are even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shitdisco&lt;/span&gt; started playing around midnight and they connected with the crowd from the very first song. I don’t really remember the set list, but when I think about that concert I can only remember I was drinking beer and dancing along every song. The combination of indie rock and electronic music was quite satisfactory for partying. At the end of their concert, the drummer threw the drumsticks to the crowd. One of them hit my friend’s head, then mine, and I finally grabbed it from the floor. So if you saw a stupid drunk guy wearing black glasses with a wannabe afro hairstyle playing with a drumstick and an empty bottle all night long, that was certainly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSTRKRFT&lt;/span&gt; played after Shitdisco. Some people left the Lido or went to the other room (the ‘authentic’ rockers). The ones who like electronic shit stayed there and enjoyed a good show. Some of them even got onto the stage and started dancing there. I must admit by that time I was even drunker so my memories are not so clear. Who knows… maybe they actually sucked. But I don’t think so. Some of my friends were not so wasted and they enjoyed it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there till 04.00 AM, smoking, drinking, playing foosball and dancing with Punks Jump Up. I really had fun. I don’t know, Berlin’s nightlife seems much more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt; to me than Barcelona’s. I gotta go back there sooner or later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCA4Eed75K4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCA4Eed75K4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6471447933598134646?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6471447933598134646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6471447933598134646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6471447933598134646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6471447933598134646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/mstrkrft-shitdisco-live-lido-berlin.html' title='MSTRKRFT + Shitdisco live @ Lido (Berlin) [4.10.2008]'/><author><name>Marc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpJ4Tf5nXx4/SAYB-AwrLyI/AAAAAAAABvc/pNaXV8my8E4/s72-c/Shitdisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-1744521200907188436</id><published>2008-04-13T23:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:07:22.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Caprice / Kywitt! Kywitt! [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caprice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SALKhxuHG7I/AAAAAAAAASI/nRvHewWpPxU/s1600-h/41KNcyJ9S0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SALKhxuHG7I/AAAAAAAAASI/nRvHewWpPxU/s200/41KNcyJ9S0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188932402315467698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kywitt! Kywitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prikosnovenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6ssvi4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is you never learned how to whistle. From that point on, saying Fae Fae Fae Fae, wouldn’t solve your life anymore, but it definitely would have you dancing like a pixie for a while. What happened then was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt;, you didn’t know who John Dowland was, you read a little too much Tolkien, spent last summer in the forest and ate a muscoria or two... Renaissance madrigals [we’ve all heard of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amarillis&lt;/span&gt;, obviously!], Cybertrolls from WoW and faerie tags on Flickr made up some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;strange &lt;/span&gt;parallel universe between you and your laptop; now, divide that space in two, then again in two and in two again, until it fits between your nail and your finger, maybe in that little space you can find an elf to sing along with you. You just have to want to believe (sic) in that world you made up (kind of like Plato). Or just forget about it, take a harp and become Johanna Newsom: she knows she doesn’t believe it. Fact is, you won’t surprise anybody by speaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Laoris&lt;/span&gt; in the real world, you will be just a cute little geek. So don’t ask why nobody asks you out anymore. (Yes Khyne, I’m talking about you).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - postbop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.prikosnovenie.com/auditorium/mp3/caprice_amarylis.mp3"&gt;Adew, Sweet Amarillis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-1744521200907188436?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1744521200907188436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=1744521200907188436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1744521200907188436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/1744521200907188436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/caprice-kywitt-kywitt-2008.html' title='Caprice / Kywitt! Kywitt! [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SALKhxuHG7I/AAAAAAAAASI/nRvHewWpPxU/s72-c/41KNcyJ9S0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-7822091457354744049</id><published>2008-04-13T23:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:05:47.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Films: Death At A Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Directed by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frank Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SALXBhuHG8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/oXFuzDhXAQ0/s1600-h/death-at-a-funeral-big-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SALXBhuHG8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/oXFuzDhXAQ0/s200/death-at-a-funeral-big-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188946141915847618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Starring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ewen Bremmer, Peter Dinklagez, Kris Marshall, Alan Tudyk, Rupert Graves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I haven’t laughed this hard at a movie theatre in a VERY long time. The British comedy “Death at a Funeral” (2007), directed by Frank Oz, is a sublime demonstration of dark humor, well-used classic comedy resources, and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt; script. As for photography and art direction, not much is needed; almost every scene is in the same location, a house in the British countryside, during the day. The story revolves around the funeral of a regular man with a very dark secret, and a mysterious character [who happens to be a little person] is there to blackmail the family, threatening to show some compromising pictures to the “present audience” if they don’t come through with his demands. Of course the mentioned crowd is filled with the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt; characters, including a lawyer who took acid thinking it was valium, the disturbed widow who’s also a full-time mother-in-law to the desperate wife of one of the blackmailed sons, Daniel, who’s trapped in all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt; while trying to cope with his father’s death, the fact that he has to pay for the funeral, and live up to his famous-writer brother’s reputation. Trust me, you’ll laugh from the opening scene until the final cut. A crown jewel, without a doubt!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Federicca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neCY4hh1wJg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-7822091457354744049?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7822091457354744049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=7822091457354744049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7822091457354744049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/7822091457354744049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/films-death-at-funeral.html' title='Films: Death At A Funeral'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SALXBhuHG8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/oXFuzDhXAQ0/s72-c/death-at-a-funeral-big-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-459330121579187053</id><published>2008-04-13T21:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:35:56.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Dancing Mice / Eroded [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing Mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKyRBuHG6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/-vuLp1gg_9k/s1600-h/l_0acd4e8222f71c9b0c2171ada65bd80f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKyRBuHG6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/-vuLp1gg_9k/s200/l_0acd4e8222f71c9b0c2171ada65bd80f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188905726273592226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eroded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 7, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that actually caught my attention from this album is the fact that a song is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tamagotchi Girl"&lt;/span&gt; (I love it! Why didn’t I think of that name first?). That being said, I think that this album is a statement of pure artistic freedom: a 21st-century version of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; (do it yourself) attitude of early punk. You’ll hear a nice mixture of synth-pop sounds and songs depicted in a somehow anarchist, anti-virtuosic fashion where endless, out-of-tune melodies meet broken chords and rhythms. You’ll hear a collection of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;heterogeneous&lt;/span&gt; styles (from new-wave to dub-like beats) giving birth to a music that sounds abnormal, somehow out of place, somehow clumsy in a refreshing way. And then you’ll think, once more, that it's not a matter of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;skills&lt;/span&gt; or expertise, but a matter of the way you deliver your own original version of what rock and roll should be by doing everything the way you want to. You don’t have to be a maestro: just plug your guitar, turn on the mic and play. That’s all it is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/05-dancing_mice-wounded_woman.mp3"&gt;Wounded Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-459330121579187053?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/459330121579187053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=459330121579187053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/459330121579187053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/459330121579187053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/dancing-mice-eroded-2008.html' title='Dancing Mice / Eroded [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKyRBuHG6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/-vuLp1gg_9k/s72-c/l_0acd4e8222f71c9b0c2171ada65bd80f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6987643652311184358</id><published>2008-04-13T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:15:17.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Sun Kil Moon / April [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Kil Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKpAxuHG5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/GuW6_yRvdr8/s1600-h/90ca81b0c8a07fdf5c119110.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKpAxuHG5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/GuW6_yRvdr8/s200/90ca81b0c8a07fdf5c119110.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188895551496067986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caldo Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again this man achieves his goal: to compose songs filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; and melancholic feelings that will make you suffer a heartache. Sun Kil Moon’s third album still has that warm vibe we are used to and for people that have been listening to Kozelek’s music since he began with the Red House Painters this won't be a disappointing release. I don’t know exactly where his &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; resides; maybe in the way he tunes his guitar or in his soft and particular voice or perhaps in the slowest and repetitive melodies that make you fall into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; and sweet sleep. In this world -where everything has to be light, fast and simple – it’s difficult to listen an eight minute song just because "we don’t have the time”; we just love those mainstream friendly artists with music easy to digest, but Kozelek breaks all those rules and always finds a way to express his memories and feelings with a perfect cross between beautiful &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;poetic&lt;/span&gt; lyrics and a slowcore guitar style. Even though I prefer his old work with the Red House Painters, this CD will make you smile.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Hi6uera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/24/1536672/Sun%20Kil%20Moon%20-%20April%20-%2003%20Lucky%20Man.mp3"&gt;Lucky Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/customer-images/B00158FK42/ref=cm_ciu_pdp_images_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=0#gallery"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6987643652311184358?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6987643652311184358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6987643652311184358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6987643652311184358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6987643652311184358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/sun-kil-moon-april-2008.html' title='Sun Kil Moon / April [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKpAxuHG5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/GuW6_yRvdr8/s72-c/90ca81b0c8a07fdf5c119110.L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-6361816782972076572</id><published>2008-04-13T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:29:29.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Glowworm / The Coachlight Woods [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Glowworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKlKxuHG4I/AAAAAAAAARs/YgkRld6B1oA/s1600-h/51F4ATHYGWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKlKxuHG4I/AAAAAAAAARs/YgkRld6B1oA/s200/51F4ATHYGWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188891325248248706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="asinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;The Coachlight Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/24fjuom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lay on my bed, played this record, and tried hard to silence my thoughts and just listen. The music made it easier. I heard no voices, I heard no &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;, and the emotional depth of what I was listening to felt like an invitation to search deep inside myself and watch the inner &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;geographies&lt;/span&gt; and places, those that you rarely see in their entire length unless you manage to surround yourself with the right sounds. Rainy days appeared in front of my eyes. Unknown paths too, leading to the distant places I’ll walk in the future. And the music kept on traveling, in slow motion, showing me some&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; landscapes&lt;/span&gt; of immense beauty and color. I step out of the bed, the cello and the drums still sounding in my head, and the rain falling peacefully though the windows. Today was the perfect &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;post-rock&lt;/span&gt; day, and this album made it possible. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/08.%20Into%20The%20Woods.mp3"&gt;Into The Woods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Coachlight-Woods-Glowworm/dp/B00144GZXM/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208132336&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-6361816782972076572?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6361816782972076572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=6361816782972076572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6361816782972076572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/6361816782972076572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/glowworm-coachlight-woods-2008.html' title='Glowworm / The Coachlight Woods [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/SAKlKxuHG4I/AAAAAAAAARs/YgkRld6B1oA/s72-c/51F4ATHYGWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-2990066635119616338</id><published>2008-04-11T18:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:16:59.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Falko Brocksieper / Heavy Day [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falko Brocksieper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R__4rm80bbI/AAAAAAAAARk/WqgjXSt0MHE/s1600-h/51HbsgZRTuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R__4rm80bbI/AAAAAAAAARk/WqgjXSt0MHE/s200/51HbsgZRTuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188138723827805618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heavy Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sub Static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;April 11, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you find yourself watching the sunrise from the windows of the club, listening to this simple, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;minimal&lt;/span&gt; music sending sonic waves through the dance floor. There are colors hidden in the beats, there are hypnotic, never-ending repetitions and the morning &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;rays&lt;/span&gt; find you dancing, alone, while the darkness slowly fades away. You can't help but move your head to the delayed keyboards, the powerful basses and the subtle &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt; (processed voices, feedbacks, thin pads), crafted for you to feel the ambience of the Berlin nights, no matter where you are. The sounds keep on going and these techno landscapes, filled with hedonistic pleasures and otherworldly sensations keep coming in your ears. The sun is going its way up in the sky, but Who says the party is over?  -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt;, that’s a great thing to do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/2/7/1745460/07-falko_brocksieper-emotional_support_%28feat._richard_davis%29-loyalty.mp3"&gt;Emotional Support&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-2990066635119616338?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2990066635119616338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=2990066635119616338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2990066635119616338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/2990066635119616338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/falko-brocksieper-heavy-day-2008.html' title='Falko Brocksieper / Heavy Day [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R__4rm80bbI/AAAAAAAAARk/WqgjXSt0MHE/s72-c/51HbsgZRTuL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267548052679863311.post-3612091902426089512</id><published>2008-04-10T16:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:21:32.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Stephen Malkmus &amp; The Jicks / Real Emotional Trash [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen Malkmus &amp;amp; The Jicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R_6Oym80baI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OMcg_WHruII/s1600-h/51wxfVuTp1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R_6Oym80baI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OMcg_WHruII/s200/51wxfVuTp1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187740820877634978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Real Emotional Trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;March 4, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 22px;" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/82x9wg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it, I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt; OK! But I can admit to my errors in judgement! With a 1970's amped electric guitar sound and echoes of Black Sabbath and The Doors creeping in, this album is not for easy listening. But is indeed for listening! So what I mean is don't put in on and take a serene bath, instead put it on and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;swig&lt;/span&gt; on some jack! It's a long album with lengthy jam sessions, some might say self-indulgent jam sessions, but why not be self-indulgent when you are a talented musical &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;? Definitely worth a listen even if you don't like an older sound or extended jamming; this might just change your mind.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Morning Lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.aolcdn.com/_media/ch_music/stephen_malkmus_jicks_baltimore.mp3"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Emotional-Trash-Stephen-Malkmus-Jicks/dp/B0012IWHN2/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1207857966&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxqY0ir-x_c/R7EaE3eM_lI/AAAAAAAAACo/KexonvAwOfQ/s200/amazon-mp3-1.5-nt._V19316995_.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938918483099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267548052679863311-3612091902426089512?l=thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3612091902426089512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267548052679863311&amp;postID=3612091902426089512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3612091902426089512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267548052679863311/posts/default/3612091902426089512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekilnmagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/stephen-malkmus-jicks-stephen-malkmus.html' title='Stephen Malkmus &amp; The Jicks / Real Emotional Trash [2008]'/><author><name>Khyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710554211064581010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R9iAQ6htZqI/AAAAAAAAALI/0vr7qEz3Qkw/S220/Foto+44.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4Hn1MLXSHw/R_6Oym80baI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OMcg_WHruII/s72-c/51wxfVuTp1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
