This was just sent my way by the watchfull, perverted eyes at Pants Are Optional. Seems I’m not the only one amped for “Crank.” I’ll be calling off work tomorrow and spending the day in the theater. Join me.

This was just sent my way by the watchfull, perverted eyes at Pants Are Optional. Seems I’m not the only one amped for “Crank.” I’ll be calling off work tomorrow and spending the day in the theater. Join me.

This was just sent my way by the watchfull, perverted eyes at Pants Are Optional. Seems I’m not the only one amped for “Crank.” I’ll be calling off work tomorrow and spending the day in the theater. Join me.

This was just sent my way by the watchfull, perverted eyes at Pants Are Optional. Seems I’m not the only one amped for “Crank.” I’ll be calling off work tomorrow and spending the day in the theater. Join me.

This was just sent my way by the watchfull, perverted eyes at Pants Are Optional. Seems I’m not the only one amped for “Crank.” I’ll be calling off work tomorrow and spending the day in the theater. Join me.

The new Rapture album, “Pieces Of The People We Love, Except Our Fans Who Share Our Music” has leaked. Go download it now and give the band something new to complain about — so that I, in return, will have something to new complain about.

It’s been called to my attention that I’ve never properly expressed my love for the Transporter films on this site, so all of my “Crank” build-up has gone unappreciated. I’ve decided I don’t care and I’m not going to waste my time writing about movies most of you haven’t seen, aren’t going to see and probably wouldn’t appreciate for their so-horribly-over-the-top-ness that they may just be the most fantastic movies of the last five years. If, on the other hand, you’re already part of the cult-like following of the Transporter series, you’ve already realized “Crank” is “The Transporter” minus all that plot bullshit. The outline: Jason Statham has to do a bunch of insane shit or he dies. That’s it. Fuck a chick, headbutt a guy, crash a car, whatever. Eighty-seven minutes of nonsensical hilarity. My attention deficit disorder has never been more excited.
IndieLondon gives it a 4 out of 5 “drunk rating.”

Almost a year ago, Bloc Party played a half-assed show at the Royal Oak Music Theater. Kele’s voice was going, they only did their slower stuff and then called it quits after only forty minutes. They apologized and swore they’d be back to make it up, since no one was getting their thirty bucks back – a cheaper, smaller gig perhaps?  Since then, they’ve been through the States a couple times, never stopping in Detroit. But didja hear theys comin’ back in November!?! Yeah, with Panic! At The Disco at the fucking Palace. Bloc Party displeases me.

Kasabian has scheduled another date at St. Andrews. This might make up for their three re-scheduled, then canceled dates at that same venue last year. The new album is quite good, so download it illegally now since it won’t be released in the States until September 19. How much sense does different release dates in different regions make when we all use the same internet? I’ll bet a hundred dollars that decision was made by someone who wears a tie.

MySpace of the Day: Army of Anyone. Look closely. You know these people.

It’s been called to my attention that I’ve never properly expressed my love for the Transporter films on this site, so all of my “Crank” build-up has gone unappreciated. I’ve decided I don’t care and I’m not going to waste my time writing about movies most of you haven’t seen, aren’t going to see and probably wouldn’t appreciate for their so-horribly-over-the-top-ness that they may just be the most fantastic movies of the last five years. If, on the other hand, you’re already part of the cult-like following of the Transporter series, you’ve already realized “Crank” is “The Transporter” minus all that plot bullshit. The outline: Jason Statham has to do a bunch of insane shit or he dies. That’s it. Fuck a chick, headbutt a guy, crash a car, whatever. Eighty-seven minutes of nonsensical hilarity. My attention deficit disorder has never been more excited.
IndieLondon gives it a 4 out of 5 “drunk rating.”

Almost a year ago, Bloc Party played a half-assed show at the Royal Oak Music Theater. Kele’s voice was going, they only did their slower stuff and then called it quits after only forty minutes. They apologized and swore they’d be back to make it up, since no one was getting their thirty bucks back – a cheaper, smaller gig perhaps?  Since then, they’ve been through the States a couple times, never stopping in Detroit. But didja hear theys comin’ back in November!?! Yeah, with Panic! At The Disco at the fucking Palace. Bloc Party displeases me.

Kasabian has scheduled another date at St. Andrews. This might make up for their three re-scheduled, then canceled dates at that same venue last year. The new album is quite good, so download it illegally now since it won’t be released in the States until September 19. How much sense does different release dates in different regions make when we all use the same internet? I’ll bet a hundred dollars that decision was made by someone who wears a tie.

MySpace of the Day: Army of Anyone. Look closely. You know these people.

It’s been called to my attention that I’ve never properly expressed my love for the Transporter films on this site, so all of my “Crank” build-up has gone unappreciated. I’ve decided I don’t care and I’m not going to waste my time writing about movies most of you haven’t seen, aren’t going to see and probably wouldn’t appreciate for their so-horribly-over-the-top-ness that they may just be the most fantastic movies of the last five years. If, on the other hand, you’re already part of the cult-like following of the Transporter series, you’ve already realized “Crank” is “The Transporter” minus all that plot bullshit. The outline: Jason Statham has to do a bunch of insane shit or he dies. That’s it. Fuck a chick, headbutt a guy, crash a car, whatever. Eighty-seven minutes of nonsensical hilarity. My attention deficit disorder has never been more excited.
IndieLondon gives it a 4 out of 5 “drunk rating.”

Almost a year ago, Bloc Party played a half-assed show at the Royal Oak Music Theater. Kele’s voice was going, they only did their slower stuff and then called it quits after only forty minutes. They apologized and swore they’d be back to make it up, since no one was getting their thirty bucks back – a cheaper, smaller gig perhaps?  Since then, they’ve been through the States a couple times, never stopping in Detroit. But didja hear theys comin’ back in November!?! Yeah, with Panic! At The Disco at the fucking Palace. Bloc Party displeases me.

Kasabian has scheduled another date at St. Andrews. This might make up for their three re-scheduled, then canceled dates at that same venue last year. The new album is quite good, so download it illegally now since it won’t be released in the States until September 19. How much sense does different release dates in different regions make when we all use the same internet? I’ll bet a hundred dollars that decision was made by someone who wears a tie.

MySpace of the Day: Army of Anyone. Look closely. You know these people.

It’s been called to my attention that I’ve never properly expressed my love for the Transporter films on this site, so all of my “Crank” build-up has gone unappreciated. I’ve decided I don’t care and I’m not going to waste my time writing about movies most of you haven’t seen, aren’t going to see and probably wouldn’t appreciate for their so-horribly-over-the-top-ness that they may just be the most fantastic movies of the last five years. If, on the other hand, you’re already part of the cult-like following of the Transporter series, you’ve already realized “Crank” is “The Transporter” minus all that plot bullshit. The outline: Jason Statham has to do a bunch of insane shit or he dies. That’s it. Fuck a chick, headbutt a guy, crash a car, whatever. Eighty-seven minutes of nonsensical hilarity. My attention deficit disorder has never been more excited.
IndieLondon gives it a 4 out of 5 “drunk rating.”

Almost a year ago, Bloc Party played a half-assed show at the Royal Oak Music Theater. Kele’s voice was going, they only did their slower stuff and then called it quits after only forty minutes. They apologized and swore they’d be back to make it up, since no one was getting their thirty bucks back – a cheaper, smaller gig perhaps?  Since then, they’ve been through the States a couple times, never stopping in Detroit. But didja hear theys comin’ back in November!?! Yeah, with Panic! At The Disco at the fucking Palace. Bloc Party displeases me.

Kasabian has scheduled another date at St. Andrews. This might make up for their three re-scheduled, then canceled dates at that same venue last year. The new album is quite good, so download it illegally now since it won’t be released in the States until September 19. How much sense does different release dates in different regions make when we all use the same internet? I’ll bet a hundred dollars that decision was made by someone who wears a tie.

MySpace of the Day: Army of Anyone. Look closely. You know these people.