9.26.2009

Honey, I mutated the Baby



Things were really picking up on this show, and then they gave us this throw-away episode. But in case any of this matters later, here is my throw-away recap:

Apparently it's been three weeks since last week, and Olivia is now ready to be released from the hospital.  How is it your face scratches still look so fresh after three whole weeks?  Voldy Charlie - remember he was pronged by Voldy and is not really the Charlie we love, but at least he's being given a couple episodes before being totally fired - is keeping close to Liv so she'll tell him about her alter-universe encounter with Bell if/when she remembers.

There's a dead construction worker, who happens to be the latest in a string of similar engulfed-by-the-earth-and-left-for-dead-underground deaths.  And so the team investigates!  Walter finds some blue goo, which is partly humanly DNAey and a paralyzer goo.  There is one man, Dr. Dre, about town whose house all the deaths seem to land under and he is taken into custody.  He sobs a story about how his wife died during childbirth and so he would never hurt anyone because he knows how sad death makes people, but then he refuses to give up a goo-matching DNA sample all suspect-like.  He is put into a holding cell where he Macgyvers a noose and hangs himself.

The team pushes daisies and pulls up wife and kid's coffins, only to find baby's coffin empty and a tunnel where he burrowed his way out.  Upon poking and bringing back to life and questioning and poking again, Walter finds that wifey had super Lupus, meaning she couldn't possibly have given birth. But she did.  Because Dr. Dre stemmed the fetus with scorpion cells to make it more resilient, thusly creating a Scorpion Baby that kills people.

Liv's adventure in the other world left her with Sookie's (Suh keh...) powers of hearing every sound and thought in the world at once.  Among these sounds was breathing in Dre's house, which was clearly Scorp hanging out in the walls.  Liv and Peter find a tunnel in the basement similar to the baby grave one, and while sticking her face where it doesn't belong, Liv was attacked by Scorp and pulled underground.  Like the perfy he is, Joshy followed her and smashed Scorp who was then further smashed by Sheriff Holly Golightly's cop car that fell through the earth onto his head.   The cleanup crew finds bear traps all over the yard to suggest Dr. Dre knew about his killer baby, but who cares because it has no obvious connection to anything else going on on this show.

Nina Sharp visits Liv and gives her a bowling card with one stamp left until a free game and tells her to go see the Big Lebowski for her psychological pains.  Which she does, and he is the always-the-bridesmaid-never-the-bride actor from all those Boston gangster movies and shows (The Departed, The Black Donnellys, Grounded For Life...).

Charlie goes to Borgin and Burkes and types on the writer, which mirrors him to "do something to help Olivia remember what happened."  Dun-dun-dun (in monotone).

Good on you if you read that whole thing, but you didn't have to because none of it mattered.  Sorry.

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9.21.2009

Unrequited love at its best

Legen - wait for it -



dary.

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9.18.2009

Fringe and Harry and Potter

Like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies... you get it. 



First, a quick recapulet of last season('s finale): 
Every time you do or don't do something, an alternate universe is created in which you didn't or did do that something, respectively.  On Fringe, because JJ can barely keep his shows separate, we will pretend there are only two such universities.  The Peter we know and love is actually from "over there", as the show will call it, and was brought over here by our Walter after his Peter died.  Germy Jones (or, Dumbly #1's real-life son) tried to go through Platform 9-3/4 but Peter closed off the barrier between the two worlds and sliced him in half.  William Bell, head of Big Brother organization Massive Dynamic, resides over there. Nina Sharp told Olivia to meet her at a hotel, Olivia nearly got in a monster truck rally but didn't, the elevator flickered and she apparated to "over there", had a nice chat with Bell and the end.

Now, a montague of last night's season premiere:
A man hits-and-runs to an apartment in NYC pretending to be a Ming Gardens delivery boy.  He manages his way into a man's apartment and kills him.  Then he smashes his own face in to look like Quirrell-Voldy, sticks one end of a double-headed three-sharply pronged plug up into roof of dead guy's mouth and the other into his own, and re-inflates his face to look like dead guy.  Painful, but faster than Polyjuice for sure.



Back at the scene of the crime, new character, Enough's Agent Jessup learns that while there is no driver in either car, the one that didn't run but was actually never there is our very own Olivia.  Walter arrives, changes Liv's station from Z100 to Hot97 and she apparates straight through the car's windshield.  At the hospital, the doc says Liv's injuries are so serious that she'll probs never regain her conscience and so DNR.  Straight to the bar to have a scotch (whiskey? bourbon?) neat - seriously, after Jon Hamm and Joshy, this is apparently the trick to having me love you - Peter gets more bad news from Broyles that the Fringe Division has been laid off.  Damn, economy.

Joshy goes to say goodbye to Liv when she wakes up and Trelawneys him some Prophecy, which we later learn is Greek for "be a better man than your father", coincidentally what his mom used to tell him as a child.  In a somewhat refreshing moment of non-stoicitude, Liv freaks out about last night's party and some dude telling her she had to do something but she couldn't remember who he or what it was.  We've all had those nights, Liv. 

Joshy goes to the FBI but the Fat Lady tells him his password has expired.  Little Miss Jessup to the rescue, ugh.  How quickly you let her into your life, Peter.  Peter and Ketchup use Marauder to find the dead guy in the apartment and take him back to Walter to autopsy.  Of course, Walter knows all about the three-pronger because of one time this girl did lines off a Ouji board; cue video of Amy Winehouse and Pete Doherty talking to mice, except in this case it's shape shifters.

Speaking of Capri-sun, Voldy goes to Borgin and Burkes and requests a Nimbus 251 typewriter which wasn't made in our world but sits in the Room of Requirement.  It functions like Tom Riddle's diary and informs him that Liv is still alive and he needs to make that stop.  And so he Padfoots and Prongs a nurse to gain access into the Gryffindor common room, pries a bed-ridden Liv for where someone (Bell) said something (dunno) was hidden, and starts to choke her when she doesn't remember.  Ketchup to the rescue again, ugh again, but still Voldy escapes to the hospital Chamber of Secrets. 

Peter, Charlie, and Ketchup go looking for Voldy.  Charlie finds and shoots her and is left to hang out with her merely stupefied self (while Peter and Ketchup go to his birthday party), only to be pronged and turned into meat pie (HP, Sweens, same diff...).  Peter really should've checked Facebook before telling Liv all was well. But at least he had the smarts to steal Voldy's prongy Horcrux to prove to the Ministry that there is real work to be done and that The Order should be reinstated.  The show must go on, after all.

And Nina Sharp kissed Broyley on the lippies, ewwww!

My divinations: 
That time Peter drowned as a baby, he actually died, but Alien Baldy brought Walter "over there" Peter as a replacement, which understandably really pissed "over there" Walter off.  Other Walter (again with "The Others", JJ!) is still bffls with William Bell and has started up this army of Shape Shifters to try and get Peter back.  And just so they can't date in this world or any other, Olivia is actually Peter's mom somehow.

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9.17.2009

Absurd quiz for work

So... a brief background: for this work meeting I have to attend, we were all made to fill out these participant bios. Normally, this would be fine, except the administrative assistant putting this together is apparently a camp counselor, who just used her template for the camp orientation activity (you know, right before trust falls and macaroni necklaces) for a few-day long meeting of engineers.

So, obviously, S and I thought we'd have some fun with it and see how well we knew each other:



By S for R
Personal Motto: "I know"
Memorable science/engineering project: ha, vertical farms.
Theme Song: "Groove Is In The Heart" by Dee-Lite
Wildest dream: threesome dance party with Zefrlake
Proudest leadership moment (in/out of work): ummm. ummmmmm. pass.
Biggest challenge: using indoor voice
Alarm clock: the kind you have to chase around the room to turn off
Perfect day: La Pasadoble and Vino outdoors (elevated or not) with S. or...
R: if i were to answer that "perfect day" shit legitimately, i'd probably just say it was us, sitting in my living room, gsharing our greading back and forth, while we're watching chad dylan michael mackenzie cooper falls.   
Yay, that wins.
Interesting Fact: has no knee reflexes. so if ever you want to attack...
First job: caring for Gary and teaching him about life. yes, it is a scary thought.
Indulgence: burritos. it counts.
Reading material: Just Jared
Inspiration: S
My life: Disney and dogs. just like her father.

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By R for S
Personal Motto: "Decide what I'm going to do FOR me!"
Memorable science/engineering project: the curse of the spiral staircase (resolution pending)
Theme Song: "I Want It All" by Ryan and Sharpay Evans, High School Musical 3 soundtrack
Wildest dream: owning an office supply store
Proudest leadership moment (in/out of work): yeah, SERIOUSLY pass... the hell is this?!
Biggest challenge: relaxing
Alarm clock: "With You" by Chris Brown (in the shower)
Perfect day: I'm too afraid to guess...S: they better provide this perfect day if they're going to bother asking about it ...I don't got the kind of money to fly her and Joshua Jackson to Germany to reenact the storyline of Chasing LibertyInteresting Fact: can't ride a bike for beans. so if ever you want to attack... (do so on bicycle)
First job: hub-cap necklace designing entrepreneur for peers at the Ghettocreek Academy of Excellence Preparatory School
Indulgence: anything made of glitter and/or pink
Reading material: Creepy Things Are Scaring Me!
Inspiration: R
My life: see "Inspiration"


I'd say we know eachother quite well.  Mostly because we're the same.

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9.14.2009

You mean Las Vegas, England… right?

As evidenced by last week’s Top 10, the UK has had a pretty substantial effect on this decade’s musical landscape. So much, in fact, that even non-Brits were singing to the tune of “Rule, Britannia!” Here is a list of American (okay, maybe there’s a Canadian or two in there, but who counts those?) acts that we all just naturally assumed to be members of the British Invasion v.2.0…

Top 10 Acts that Surprised Us by NOT Being Brit Rock Imports in the ‘00s:

The Killers (Las Vegas, NV)
Everything about the Killers’ emergence onto the music scene surprised me. First, the fact that the crap Top 40 radio stations of Horseheads, NY – the one-horse town (the pun would be remotely cute if it weren’t so horrendously true) where my parents chose to settle and raise me during the more formative years of my adolescence – even played “Somebody Told Me” was akin to hearing Wu Tang on your local Lite 90-whathaveyou. B) When I realized that Brandon Flowers was actually HOT (like, really?!). All that aside, I just assumed they were to be a great, new crossover sensation. I can still remember, to this day, my complete and utter shock that not only were The Killers from some country as lame as – ugghh – the U.S, but they weren’t even from a New York or Seattle or somewhere else as musically stimulating. Vegas, really?! Though, I’m not the only one who recognizes The Killers as a greater British powerhouse than American: their first American festival headlining act only happened this past month, despite their multiple prestigious UK festival headlining shows (Reading, Leeds, and Glastonbury).“Jenny Was A Friend of Mine” – The Killers


Scissor Sisters (New York, NY)

If I thought learning about The Killers’ national origin was bad, I had no idea the kind of heartache in store for me. Let’s just do a quick rundown of the Scissor Sisters: (1) their music can best be described as disco/glam rock – in the 21st century, no less! … (B) the members of the group include names like Babydaddy and Ana Matronic … (-) they have one of the (VERY) few acceptable Pink Floyd covers … and, (IV) they sing about the fun side of recreational drug use. HOW CAN THEY BE AMERICAN?! And, had I not seen Party Monster, I’d have been convinced that it was all a gimmick – now, I just assume that they can be a product of none other than the Club Kids phenomenon that was the ‘90s.
“Lovers in the Backseat” – Scissor Sisters




The Decemberists (Portland, OR)
They play with organs. How many Americans even know how to identify an organ?! The Decemberists' most famous member is without question Colin Meloy, who is known for all of his “Colin Meloy Presents…” cover work. See? There! COVERS. Brits LOVE covers. And he even covers Brits! (Or just Morrissey, but what American could really do him justice?). And then, of course, there are the incomparable covers by the band itself – including one amaaaayyyzing rendition of the siren song itself, “Wuthering Heights” by Kate Bush.
“Clementine” – The Decemberists



Lady GaGa (Yonkers, NY)
Actually, I’m not convinced GaGa is reflective of the culture of any nation, but I could happily peg her as some sort of Little Boots-esque lass (for the same reasons that I find the Scissor Sisters to be obviously British). But after her various costumes at this past weekend’s VMAs - and the various states of immobility in which they left her - I don't care what she is. I just love her.
“Paparazzi” - Lady GaGa






Arcade Fire (Montreal, Quebec)
Oh, husband and wife duo bands, how you manage to have a hold on us. In addition to the usual slate of instruments that are typical of your standard indie act, they also dabble in all kinds of strings, xylophones, accordions, hurdy gurdies (!!), and mandolins. The hell kind of Canadians do that??
“Rebellion (Lies)” - Arcade Fire






Black Kids (Jacksonville, FL)
The Black Kids, aside from having one of the most clever names I’ve heard in music lately (who is going to say anything bad about them, hmm?), have a perfect suite of tricks to separate them from the rest of the indie keyboard dance-y bands that have come onto our iPods in the past two years: joking metaphors, pronoun gender discordance, and family members with the last name Youngblood. The male Youngblood of the group has a bit of a Robert Smith meets Vince Clarke sound, making it pretty obvious why they would top the UK charts before their stuff was even released over on this side of the pond… and, also, why they’re on this list.
“I'm Making Eyes At You” – Black Kids


CocoRosie (Iowa/Hawaii/France/wherever the hell)
So I would have never considered putting CocoRosie on this list when I thought that they were only French (let’s be honest, the two countries are close enough that sound could get over from one to the other – it’s not that un-British to be French… musically), but then I heard their cover/remake/correspondence of Akon’s “I Wanna Fuck You” (don’t worry, that’ll come up in a Top 10 in the future) and realized that they still have American accents. As far as musical siblings go, these girls come second only to the Gallagher brothers – artist mother, Shaman father, estranged when one sister got kicked out, sent to boarding school, and eventually off to Paris to learn Opera (while the other attended “Kill Whitey” parties in Williamsburg). CocoRosie’s music, with the hoof stomping and beat boxing and childish whining, could be placed into the Trip Hop genre (born and cultivated in the great UK)… but, y’know, that’s only if you had to place it anywhere. And, for that caveat (built upon all of these others), they make it on this Top 10.
“By Your Side” – CocoRosie


Santigold (Philadelphia, PA)
Sure, now that she’s gone hard for Brooklyn with Jay-Z and told us about Lower East Side artists, she’s known for being a New Yorker. But it wasn’t always the case. In fact, if you look at last week’s Top 10er, you’ll note the praise I gave M.I.A. for crossing the pond as female British rapper. Though she is a more melodic version, Santi’s still cornered the same exact market (with more or less the same friends). Songs like “Creator” make you wonder on what Philly streets she managed to start sounding a bit like Lady Sovereign.
“Anne” - Santigold



Peaches (Toronto, Canada)
Two words: Fancypants Hoodlum. That was Peaches’ debut album. That combined with the gender ambiguity in which she likes to build her performances/look should leave no question as to why she might be on this list.
“Sex (I'm A)” – Peaches



Yeah Yeah Yeahs (New York, NY)
Actually, I don’t think there’s a single person who genuinely thinks that the YYYs are from the UK, but that might not have always been the case. Given that Karen O is highly reminiscent one of the most famous female Brit rock crossovers, Siouxsie Sioux, her voice – regardless of what she’s singing – could have me picturing a Union Jack waving in the back (and a broken bottle of scotch laying on the ground). So maybe they’re not a seemingly British act of today… that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t pass for one, ever.
“Gold Lion” – Yeah Yeah Yeahs




Honorable Mentions: Digitalism, Au Revoir Simone, MGMT


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9.13.2009

What even did the world do without TV...

...and internet with which to watch TV? That is the question that has been keeping me up at night in the latest stop-over on my Couch-Hop NYC Tour, an apartment that is trying to answer this very question by living as they did back then. And with no TV or internet to keep me companys, I have resolved to entertaining myself by fan-fictioning what I look forward to happening on the upcoming season of shows. Shall I share?

Gossip Girl - TOMORROW at 9/8c on The CW

Chuck Bass (and Nate??) k-i-s-s-i-n-gay! We left last season with a nice romantical moment between Chuck and Blair that made our hearts melt, but obviously gay Chuck Bass, or even bisexualist Chuck Bass is sooo much better! Even though he's not either, my fan-fictionilizations - since the start of the show, really - say that he is. And that Nate is. And that Eric Van Der Twink is the star of the show. Also, Hillary Duff makes out with Dan, who I've decided has been recast with Gordo. And Miranda comes back from being away with Raven's mom on some exploration in the Africas to steal Jenny Hump's title as fashy queen of the bees. And, of course, Serena and Nate are accidentally both filming in Butler and the Lost writers have to make up some "we meant it all along" excuse to cover for the oversight.


Fringe - Thu, Sep 17 at 9/8c on FOX
Clearly I can't share allll of my fan-fiction-fantasies with you bc you know how I love me the Joshy... but anywhey! This season is supposed to be all about Peter and who/when he is, and Spock and his back-to-the-future-ing, and is thusly bound to be fantastic. There's some talk of something-something between Peter and Liv, but they've both said "ew gross, (s)he's like my sister/brother!" so it's probably a non-issue. My hopes: that there are MULTIPLE Joshies, all in different twlight zones (though we've been told there is only one alternate reality-verse - which I don't think meshes with JJ's explanation of alternate reality from the pre-finale, but tevs), all with different personalities! And they all come together in my reality and we play Snow White and the Several Joshies and live happily ever after the end. Recaps will return, but until then, read and watch and buy this.

How I Met Your Mother - Mon, Sep 21 at 8/7c on CBS
Swarlssss!! What. Up. I will ignore the entire episodes from last season in which Danny Ted Gellar thought Elliot Reid had anything to do with anything anymore and wouldn't shut up, and that peanut butter joke that was probably Danny's contribution to sublyminally make us get The Aristocrats: Whatever! Edition DVD, and focus only on the good stuff. In my dreams, this season is even more Marshall and Barney and slaps and awesome, maybe even only those things... But no, I also dream that Robin Sparkles makes a comeback and releases a Greatest Hits album and gets a job as fifth jidge on American Idol where she meets Ellen, who she brings back to meet Barney, and she and him and he and her all fall in love and dance.



30 Rock - Thu, Oct 15 at 8:30pm? on NBC
I am worried that this show is headed down the same path to sucking as The Office... Though last season, I rotflolzed more than in previous seasons, due mostly to Kenneth and the muppets, I am also a little concerned that Jack is becoming too much of a pussy and wonder how Liz is still so pathetic, even after dating gorgy pie-baking doctor (Jon Hamm). I can only hope that Jack stops crying and Liz picks it up, or that they go kumbaya in her office while Kenneth and Tracey and DotCom take over TGS.

Sesame Street 40th Season - November 10 while you're at work on PBS
40 frickin seasons, damn. Morgan Freeman will narrate a Mad Men parody with stars Paul Rudd and Hugh Jackman to the tune of a Jason Mraz song performed by Jakey Gylly. It's going to be great.

Lost - February 2010 on ABC
This show just IS fan-fiction, so I can't even try to imagine what crazitude will be happening.  Considering Juliet and Penny (and Charlie and Boone!) are on other shows, it will be interesting to see how many episodes end up featuring no one but Locke, real or wolf-in-sheep's-clothing... Apparently there's a new tween who is either Aaron all growed up or Jacob as a chile, which could mean so many different things about what Juliette's explosion did, who can even begin to fathom? Just so long as Desi and Ezra are alive and well, and it's not all a dream, I'm good.

Chuck - March 2010 on NBC
THIS is what's wrong with America. Why don't you people know good TV when it's shown to you? Chuck is such a great show, never lacking in edge-of-your-seat excitement or pinch-your-cheeks adorkableness. I guess if all it takes is Jared replacing Buster as assistant to the regional manager for me to watch some Chuck-Fu, that's fine, but hopefully that encourages America both to eat smart and start watching this show.

::Already in Progress::
Mad Men - Sundays at 10pm on AMC
Entourage - Sundays at 10:30pm on HBO
Vampire Diaries - Thursdays at 8/7c on CW
SYTYCD - Wednesdays at 8/7c on FOX - recaps to come!

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9.09.2009

To the nines!

It's 9.09.09 and, judging by a general theme in movies coming out this fall, you'd think it was Hollywood's favorite day.



District 9 - I'm pretty sure they could have more or less picked ANY number for the district in question. Why 9, hmm? Don't get me wrong, aliens are cool and all - and as opposed to any other goon associated with this blog, I'm a sucker for a good critique on society/political undertone - but why nine? Because it's our new favorite number, that's why.










9 - Honestly speaking, a film with Tim Burton's name associated could have any title and there would be hordes of ardent fans running to see it... present company included. The fact that they were able to take an Academy Award-winning short film and turn it into a full length feature spells either epic triumph or horrific disaster - but, with names like Elijah Wood, John C. Reilly, and Jennifer Connelly (and, of course, we can't forget Burton himself), characters named "stitchpunks", and - now - the magic number nine associated... I'm thinking there's no way it can be anything but the former.








Nine - People have been hinting at it for a few years now, but I think it's safe to say that it's officially official... musicals are back. And this film is not only a display of THAT latest Hollywood trend, but also another one: the ensemble cast. Nine's cast is more or less a rundown of Academy Award winners/nominees of (mostly recent) years past - Daniel Day-Lewis, Nicole Kidman, Marion Cotillard, Penelope Cruz, Daaaaaaaame Judi Dench, Sophia Loren, Fergie(??!), and Kate Hudson (NINE of them!). Ignoring the fact that people are yet again trying to cast FERGIE into a movie, I bet this film is just one East High basketball player away from being the best musical ever. Maybe the sequel...?






::BONUS::

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9.03.2009

If only we still had the Ed Sullivan Show

Virtually every blog/music authority out there is releasing his/her/their/someone’s version of a ‘Best...of the Decade’ as if poor September through December never had a chance in hell to make a difference. Originally, I thought of championing those four months’ cause on my back, and channeling my inner clairvoyance to predict some sort of ‘Top 10’ list of their best songs. Ultimately, I realized, I don’t even know ten songs that would be heard by any more ears than mine, so I came up with an alternate plan: Weekly Top 10s. Every week, I’ll take a sub-category that applied to music in this decade, and crank out a Top 10 list. Obviously, as the weeks go on, more of 2009 will be able to run for a coveted position on the list, thus giving every itsy bitsy little month its due shot at a prize (feel free to leave donations for gift baskets to go to the winners). And, now, onto the kick-off…


[Top 10 Brit Rock Imports of the '00s]
Beatlemania might have started it off in the ‘60s, but this decade has been NO stranger to our former bosses from across the pond. The intertubes helped us (many times, illegally) get music instantaneously from across the globe, and we spent the decade making good use of this rapid access. Mardy bums, Grace Kellys, Galangs, and Janie Jones alike - below are the lads and lasses who helped kick the global/viral music scene in the arse to make this decade what it was:


Their spot as one of my favourite bands aside, the Arctic Monkeys are the prime example of the power of the mixtape. Or, in their case, the EP. Either way, their instant success with no discernible marketing or advertising revolutionized the way that new bands approached “breaking out” into “the scene”. Now on their third album, and (lead singer) Alex Turner decided he’s suddenly from the backwoods of the South

(America’s, not England’s), they prove to make me feel entirely inadequate for being the same age, yet only rising to the level of BLOGGING about success stories.
“Do Me A Favour” – Arctic Monkeys



Bloc Party… talk about consistent track record. Bloc Party had critical acclaim the minute they came out with their first album, Silent Alarm, and haven’t managed to lose it since. With multitudes of EPs and pretty impressive standing in virtually every single notable music festival in the world – even Chicago’s finest – they are considered one of England’s biggest bands. I think the true testament to the massive affect they’ve had on their audience – over such a small span of time, no less – is embodied by the cavalcade of face-painted, English flag-toting, drunken blokes who boated across the ocean just to trample the weak and scream “FLUX!” over and over again on that fateful Lolla friday, one year ago. This mp3, below, is for them.
“Flux” – Bloc Party



S and I have talked about our sighing and swaying before, but the initial conversation behind this audible appreciation of music probably began with this song (below). The Kooks might be the best whole package representation of the English music scene, this decade: young, cockney, and a friend of the cover. The last one is what I find to be the most impressive, because it’s one thing to be recognized and adored for your own music, but it’s a whoooole ‘nother beast to also captivate by donning the vocal hats of the likes of Peter, Bjorn and John, Gnarls Barkley, Coldplay, and MGMT.
“Naive” – The Kooks




A Sri-Lankan born, London-raised female rapper with critical acclaim? If you’d have told me this in the ‘90s, I’d never have believed it. M.I.A. seemed to spark one main trend that currently prevails in hip hop: hipster hop. Despite being banned from entering the U.S. to work on her much-buzzed-about album, since her daddy was a terrorist and she was da bomb (no, on the real, her dad is a Tamil Tiger), she still managed to go to some exotic island locale, crank out an amazing sophomore LP., and lead the way for fello laydee indie MCs (e.g., Lady Sovereign, Amanda Blank, Kid Sister). Not to mention, she managed to take a Clash sample, throw in some gunfire, and turn it into a Top40 hit. Kudos go where kudos are due.
“Galang” – M.I.A.





Let’s ignore the fact that Perez Hilton thinks that he had ANYTHING to do with Mika’s rise to popularity, and just focus on the fact that the soprano songster managed to combine two major musical trends of the decade: emasculating falsetto (e.g., Scissor Sisters, Empire of the Sun, Magistrates) and sexual ambiguity (e.g., Sia, GaGa).
“Happy Ending” – Mika





Bat for Lashes could go one of two ways, live in concert: (1) dull and slow-moving, (B) fucking awesome. Last month, I learned that Natasha Khan + a sequined leotard + a slew of international instruments = the latter. B4L manages to combine sweet songs that lullaby me to sighing… or have deep beats that lead me to sway. Either way, the sigh/sway test rating is high.
“Pearl's Dream” – Bat for Lashes
BONUS: “Higher Than the Sun” (Primal Scream cover) – Bat for Lashes





Though I’m sure Muse’s career goal was accomplished when Adam Lambert covered their work during some episode of American Idol – thereby turning my adorable Korean coworker and her 12-year-old son onto them – I’d say they should feel content with just being known for being one of the best live acts of the decade (even if, technically, their first album was released in 1999). For 10 years that were so notable for technological advances that created great studio albums that turned into horrendous live performances, their standing as having conquered both sides of the musical fence is no small feat.
“Uprising” – Muse



When someone mentions Amy Winehouse, today, there’s hardly a person who thinks solely of her music. If nothing else, THAT is the true tragedy over what might be the music industry’s shortest, most violently condensed downward spiral. Screw up your own life that quickly if you’re a nobody, but when it’s plainly obvious that you still have years worth of talent and crooning… get your act together and give us another album, dammit! Winehouse DID help start one of the decade’s strongest musical trends within the UK: the female soul-singer/songwriter. The only problem is that after the success of that ONE album, while she was off wasting her time petting her crackpipe and snorting her cat, other singers like Duffy and Adele came through and showed that this good folk/soul music could come in a much more together package.



Oooh, from one hot mess to another, it’s hardly worth mentioning Babyshambles without going straight into talking about Pete Doherty. He revolutionized the meaning of the new millennium’s version of a rock ‘n roll junkie might look like: fancier meds, more options to mix around, closely documented by media, much quicker physical deterioration of the body. He's a clear example of what decades of GOOD rock 'n roll music can do to an over-egoed lad with a guitar. Doherty's music, when he'd find the time to make it between doping up his cat and stealing from his former Libertines bandmates, is nowhere near the greatness of the fallen junkies' work he uses as rationalization for his entirely irrational behavior. But... by sheer virtue of having actually managed to stay alive, still making music that has potential to be genuinely amazing rock (should they ever manage to put out a complete album), and banging Kate Moss... Doherty & Co. deserve recognition for helping bring Brit Rock to the rest of us.
“Albion” – Babyshambles





A not-so-obvious choice for one of the best Brit imports of the decade, but Damien Rice might be the reason why this decade's TV shows and movies provided some of the best soundtracks Hollywood has ever seen. Full of angst and melodrama, his music is perfect for a good 'ol fashioned CW teen programming. On the other side, the music is actually deep and beautiful, so songs like "The Blower's Daughter" (below) make for Oscar-worthy scores. For a new generation who defines its life by the music it hears, Rice's music helped make the decade sound the way it did.

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9.01.2009

Oh, joyous joy of joys!

She's baaaaaaaaaaaack...



So are they :)

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