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In his eternal quest for the Republican presidential nomination, the supposed maverick John McCain has repeatedly reversed long-held positions and compromised purportedly core principles. From the Bush tax cuts, the religious right and immigration reform to overturning Roe v. Wade, proclaiming Samuel Alito a model Supreme Court Justice...read more | digg story

According to Allhiphop.com, Neil Levine, the rap veteran, will be the head of a new label that will sign and develop upcoming rap artists, grooming them for mainstream success. According to The New York Post, Battery Records will allow BMG to be flexible when it comes to signing new artists. Levine, who founded Penalty Records, recently [...]

Last week I posted a set-up in Research In Motion (RIMM). In the post, I asked if RIMM was about to breakout to new highs or ready to rollover. We got the answer to that question in the last two days.Scroll down to read the original post on RIMM or click here.RIMM is reaching up to new highs today despite the weakness in the broader market. My best guess is that RIMM's rally will run out of steam

Oil surged to a new record high on Monday of nearly $140 a barrel, propelled by weakness in the U.S. dollar which offset the bearish impact of plans by Saudi Arabia to boost output. U.S. light, sweet crude for July delivery was up $3.74 at $138.60 a barrel by 1317 GMT, after falling as much as [...]

Britney Spears spent Sunday afternoon at Geffen’s multi-million dollar Malibu beach home. David hosted Britney for at least an hour, according to our source, and then Brit hoofed it back to the Geffen-owned Malibu Beach Inn where she has stayed on occasion. We believe she spent Saturday night at the hotel and spent most of [...]

Volumes one through three of this EP set from hard-touring Detroit kids the Hard Lessons are already available, and "See and be Scene" (with the "boy," Augie, out front) and "Don't Shake My Tree" (with the "girl," Ko Ko, on lead vocals) have proven to be as giddily unstoppable over the last few months as they were when the band first debuted the songs on their seemingly 24/7/365 tour schedule.

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Hearing praises sung about the adoration of math doesn’t normally equate with platinum record status. However, Dallas’s I Love Math writes not about algebraic equations or right triangles, but instead offers a record filled with humming guitars and country crooning. A bit of a supergroup -- featuring members

"I thought my life would be different somehow...I thought my life would be better by now," Aimee Mann sings in "31 Today," just one of the truly tasteful but still edgily cool tracks on @#%&*! Smilers, her seventh proper solo album.

Rock is not dead, even though the recent surge of blog-tronica on the Internets would have you think otherwise. Low Vs Diamond, a Los Angeles-based outfit, is well aware of this, and makes it a high priority to prove in their self-titled debut. Trite though it may be, Low Vs Diamond is a record that really, really

No, Virginia is the companion to the Dresden Dolls' 2006 album Yes, Virginia. It has some B-sides from the sessions for that record, including "The Gardner," a song called "Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner" that we hope isn't about the actual Lonesome Organist, "The Kill," and "Boston." It also has a good-natured cover

Let's hear it for the voice. Fleet Foxes bring it back on their debut full-length for Sub Pop, way back, right to that sweet spot where the circle remains unbroken, and in those stands of Northern California Sequoias where the sunbeams are as wide as the trees themselves. In "White Winter Hymnal," the My Morning Jacket-ish "Ragged Wood," and the burnt sienna daydream of "Meadowlarks," it's Fleet F

When you just can't take it anymore, when the florescent vomit of the 1980s has you wondering if indie music will ever find a tasteful rock to perch on, that's when Shearwater releases a record. Look at that album cover. These Austinites have a plan to keep things smooth, artful, and evocative.

"Black," "Angel," "Lips,"and "Death." They'll keep finding new phrases from which to rise from the primordial rock-and-roll ooze. But the Black Angels have the upper hand in that, since they built their drug house right over that ooze puddle of inspiration.

On the new Velocifero, Ladytron continues with more of the creepily cool electro-pop it first dipped in black latex way back in 1999. They always find new ways to do it, of course. Less reverb on an icy female vocal here, more of it there; less post-punk punch in the electronic percussion, more nods to the dour dance-pop that followed it.

When he first emerged in the early 2000s, Matthew Dear had as many aliases as he did electronic styles. But he proved adept at all of them, whether it was the screaming bloody sex techno of his Audion handle, the studious blips of False, or the trailblazing jams of his early work for the Ghostly dancefloor offshoot Spectral, which are collected here as Beginning of the End.

Watch this YouTube clip, and you'll get the idea. Dosh, like most of the artists on Anticon ('sup, Why?), isn't down with making one kind of music, but rather making the new one. That's a clip from a concert we didn't see in 2006, featuring Martin Dosh totally making a beat and then layering it effortlessly into Andrew Bird's pristine whistle and coo.

Sotheby's had successful sales of 19th Century European Paintings (which includes German, Austrian & Central European Paintings), Orientalist Art and Scandinavian Art at Sotheby's in London. The series of sales brought a combined total of £19,518,4501 Vote(s)

A live album just seems so 1970s. Or 1960s: in the melee that opens After the Balls Drop, some dude yells out "Love Me Two Times" as a request. But the stigma didn't stop Les Savy Fav, the longstanding NYC indie rock crew led by jokester and one-man dynamo Tim Harrington. (If you've seen them live, you've certainly inhaled his body hair.)

As members of bands (Starhustler) and masters of their own domain (she released solo material under her own name; he used the moniker Jack Drag), Blake Hazard and John Dragonetti have been around this indie game for awhile. When they surfaced as the Submarines in 2005, it was with Declare a New State!, a pleasant bit of indie pop that was nevertheless about breakups.

It's not until a few minutes of disjointed musical shouting unfolds that "I Am the President of the World," the opener on Dirty Versions, We Versus the Shark's second full-length, finally forgoes all the dancing around a moment and tears into the hearty riff at the center of the whole bit.

"If Wishes Were Like Horses" is representative of what The Drift is working with on Memory Drawings. Over nine minutes in length, it begins as a mournful, trumpet-led tribute to a high desert sunset before shifting effortlessly into a dub-inflected section before bringing the trumpet back into the foreground for song's end.

"The future is gone and the past won't stop happening," Tim Kinsella wails on "9/11 2." "Best friend I've ever had," he sings at the outset of "Laughter Reflected Back." "Worst fucking thing that ever happened to me."

Coldplay's new record is coming out, James Blunt is still a simp, and South wants a piece of that action. The UK group has been around for more than a minute -- they put out a record, 2001's From Here On In, on boutique label Mo' Wax, as well as a few others here and there, none of which made a bit of difference in America.

Giving Up the Ghost, Windsor for the Derby's 2005 album, was made with the benefit of having the entire group living in the same spot. Windsor main dudes Dan Matz and Jason McNeeley collaborated in a studio together instead of trading tapes through the mail, and they settled on a full-time rhythm section. The result was an album that sounded more like a band than WFTD had in a while.

After a lead-in that suggests the ambient sounds of some cavernous European train station, Ellen Allien really launches Sool into the misty atmosphere with "Caress." The Berlin producer and DJ has been on a win streak for, well, ever, issuing incredible full-lengths like Berlinette and Thrills and collaborative efforts like 2006's Orchestra of Bubbles, on which she worked with Apparat.

Plaintive acoustic guitars, the calls of sea birds, gentle loops and programming, and the hushed vocals of a guy who sometimes sounds like Peter Gabriel: that's the Accidental on "Jaw of a Whale." But that description might also summarize There Were Wolves, the debut full-length from this collective of musicians you may have heard of.

Maybe it's the influence of this Web site's HQ city, but Thee Oh Sees' sandpapery, varmint in a tin can rock-n-roll would be a blast alongside Blanche and whatever skeletal punk blues Danny Dollrod is putting out now.

Arctic Monkeys shouter Alex Turner joins with Miles Kane from the Rascals -- no, not those Rascals, but a much younger and more likely bunch of scraggly-topped Brit rockers -- and the result is The Age of The Understatement, the first output from their collabo as Last Shadow Puppets.

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What does it mean when you have your own online game? For Mates of State, it might signal the duo's true shift to radio as the Dido flies. Well, not "radio," but a broadly populist outlet such as it might have offered a steadily catchy, adult-oriented pop band as little as five years ago.

In some pockets of the Detroit music scene, history trumps innovation as the preferred rock motor. Adventurism and experimentation thrive on the fringe, but in the barrooms and corner venues it's a working class spirit and the ability to heave a rock and roll encyclopedia across the room that's not only appreciated, but roundly expected.

When Islands’ Nick Thorburn parted ways with his then-Unicorn partnah Alden Penner, their candy-coated devotees cried rainbow-colored tears of sorrow. “Who will cut their hair now that they’re gone!?” they gasped. Well, we haven’t heard much from Penner since, but a much longer haired Thorburn has been on a tear. He first popped up with Th’ Corn Gangg, a hip-hop project with former Uni

A few types have rolled up the title of Vetiver's latest set and hung it around the neck of leader Andy Cabic. It's deserved: over two albums, the collective's music has often looked backward with purpose, and the connections between Cabic and a cabal of New Californian Hippies that includes Devendra Banhart and Joanna Newsom are stronger than hemp rope. Note, however, that Thing of the Past reall

We could whine and say, "Oh, where has our Chicago-style post-rock of yesteryear gone?" But that wouldn't do Unwed Sailor any justice, now would it? Head sailor Jonathon Ford deserves credit for keeping instrumental post-rock (or whatever they're calling it nowadays) thriving and relevant on Little Wars. Sure,

Short of hiring Brian Wilson to produce and arrange the damn thing, Freedom Wind -- the Dead Oceans debut from Charleston, South Carolina’s the Explorers Club -- is basically a lost Beach Boys album. Falling somewhere between the full-band pop sound of Summer Days (And Summer Nights!) and the more

"Underneath the moon/We began to swoon"? Chris Mills has more than a touch of earnest in his delivery; it can border on cloying. But for his fifth full-length, he's working with a solid backing band that gives him the backup he needs to keep Living in the Aftermath largely on the right track.

Think you’ve been in a lot of bands, Johnny Gigger? Try the Night Marchers’ John Reis’ past projects on for size: Pitchfork. Drive Like Jehu. Rocket From the Crypt. Hot Snakes. Back Off Cupids. The Sultans. Reis has been in them all. He also runs Swami Records, and he’s got a lot of nicknames -- Speedo, Slasher, and the

Indian Jewelry are one of these groups who fuck around with a concocted backstory, as if we're supposed to believe they're actually characters from a 1970s road movie come to life or something. It's irritating.

The Long Blondes' newfound fascination with disco sashay powers the killer opener (and lead single) "Century" as well as its counterpart "Guilt" (as in "Guilt has nothing to do with it"), and together these tracks signal the Sheffield, UK combo's turn away from guitar-based rock and toward a disaffected beat to match frontwoman Kate Jackson's first-person narratives discussing sex, sideswiped rela

Granny Smith sets a new recordPassionPerformance.ca, Canada - 9 hours agoAfter four months of hard work, a collaborative effort between Triumph Motorcycles, Bike Magazine and a group of high school students have managed to bring ...

In the 2003 documentary-style film Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus, Jim White traveled the back roads of the American south in a search for the soul of the region and a few truths of his own. He was joined along the way by guys like Johnny Dowd and Harry Crews, men with a similar affinity for the darkness and revelations of the South, and together they tried to interpret why life there is the w

The core membership of Old Haunts is vocalist-guitarist Craig Extine and bassist Scott Seckington. For Poisonous Times, their third full-length, ex-Bikini Kill drummer Tobi Vail has joined the fray, keeping Old Haunts right in their Pacific Northwest DIY wheelhouse and lending some real power to the band's skeletal punk rock.

With ragtag, born-from-basements jams like "Boy Void" and "Everybody's Down," No Age's Weirdo Rippers highlighted the Los Angeles duo's almost singular ability to breath life into punk rock, a genre more maligned than most.

We’re not sure we know anybody that actually likes dark meat. Come turkey time, we always go for the white stuff. There’s something a little too sinister about the dark kind; areas of the bird that we’d rather not investigate. With this approach in mind, Athens, GA’s Dark Meat, are aptly named. Championing

Honus has history with Pennsylvania. While Honus Wagner was a turn of last century favorite at shortstop for the Pittsburgh Pirates, Honus Honus is the ringleader of the Philadelphia nutcase-pop outfit Man Man. And if you've seen them live or have heard previous outings like Six Demon Bag or The Man in a Blue Turban with a Face, the whirligig energy at the core of Rabbit Habits won't be a surprise

Blathering organs, rhythms that yip like a bathtub full of puppies, and vocals that aren't settled on one, two, or even three styles -- this is Experimental Dental School, and unless you're a Beefheart devotee or without an attention span, Jane Doe Loves Me is going to present you with a challenge.

Robyn's recent performance in an intimate Chicago club illustrated the glaring, brilliantly bipolar nature of her kinetic dance-pop. She sang to some tracks, yeah. But she also busted furious karate moves on stage, and wore a near-grimace most of the night that suggested these songs were still a rush for her to sing, even though it's taken more than a minute for Robyn to drop domestically.

If he weren’t such an impressive musician dude, scruffy Brit Jamie Lidell would be a hell of a bank robber. Why? Well, he’d probably get away with it, for one thing. And judging from the 10 slickly produced tracks on JIM, he’s definitely smooth enough to jive his way out of a jam, if he ever got caught. When it comes to

Not to be confused with the Archie Bronson spinoff group Pyramids on Domino, or the 1960s surf band the Pyramids (big single: "Penetration"), this Pyramids hails from Denton, Texas, which apparently has been uprooted from the surface of the Earth and is now floating on the jet stream, making its way toward Miami.

"The night belongs to you and I," Julian Hamilton sings drolly on "This Boy's in Love," and the line's followed by the chorus, sung in falsetto and matched to a descending flutter of keys that sounds like champagne flutes clinking in the night.

NEW YORK (AP) — Oil prices briefly spiked to a new record above $126 a barrel Monday but ended the day lower as investors cashed in profits and an earthquake in China raised the possibility of a drop in demand. Retail gas prices, meanwhile, rose to another record above $3.70 a gallon, again following crude’s [...]

From the press release: "The Slip marks the first time Nine Inch Nails--or any artist of NIN's stature--has made its new album available completely and exclusively for free as a DRM-free digital download.

On Ugly Truth, the new collabo record from Providence, Rhode Island MC Prolyphic and Chicago-based producer Reanimator, the beats and raps work in true concert with one another, rising and falling and intersecting at weird angles so that all the

The influence of Sonic Youth runs strong in this one, as it did on Cuts Across the Land, the Duke Spirit's 2006 debut. But Leila Moss's take on Kim Gordon's dispassionate coo is channeled through her own English accent, and whenever the drumsticks-ticking-on-rims and squalling guitars get too close to the Duke's influence, a brass section (like on "Lassoo"),

Ghostly Swim is the latest collabo between the brains in mason jars at [Adult Swim] and a like-minded record label, following such titles as Chrome Children (with Stones Throw) and Definitive Swim (with the Def Jux crew).

Was it the Keys, or was it DangerMouse? That's the game you play throughout Attack & Release, the Black Keys' brilliant fifth album. Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney were going to make an ambitious leap with this one. That was clear in 2006, when the duo signed with Nonesuch and issued Magic Potion.

Dave Turncrantz and Mike Sullivan are the principals in Russian Circles, a Chicago band who've been making instrumental waves for a few years now but might be looking at their Big Moment with Station, their latest. Is this post-post-rock?

Commodity Online NEW YORK - World oil prices crossed the historic $120 a barrel for the first time on Tuesday as the market showed conviction that record prices will not necessarily trip up global demand. Light, sweet crude for June delivery climbed $1.87, or 1.6 per cent, to settle at $121.84 a barrel after rising as high as $122.73.Brent crude on the ICE futures exchange also rose to a record settlement of $120.31 a barrel, up $2.32.The Energy Information Administration projected triple-digit prices for months to come, issuing a new monthly outlook that forecast crude prices averaging $114 a barrel in the second half of the year.While the agency anticipates US demand will slip by 190,000 barrels a day this year to its lowest annual level since 2003, it expects emerging economies to keep

A beat that's more of a stomp, a four-note rave-up for the root jam, lay some wet cotton candy electric fuzz on top of that, and holler about a girl -- you've heard it before. But what the fuck? We've heard you whine about a lot of things.

There's a moment when "Healer" gets to its chorus, and Steve Brooks is singing like Page Hamilton (not growling, or roaring, or any other of the descriptors usually attributed to underground metal dudes), and going "Woah-woah" in between the guitar riffs, and there's a shimmering reverb guitar flailing away behind him like this is all some wonderful nightmare of dream-pop exploding into heavy duty metal, and you have to stop and think: why shouldn't records sound like this?

Put on your white dude indie pop shoes, because there's another band of honkies in town. Pants Yell! are from Boston, and have put out a few other albums we haven't listened to. This one is named for the melancholy vocalist of the Young Marble Giants, a Welsh group held in high regard by people who've become too cool to merely reference the Smiths when describing their record collection.

Cut Copy, Presets, and now Midnight Juggernauts: what the hell is happening in Australia? While their countrymen's recent output tends to reference 1980s synth-pop, on Dystopia, their debut, Juggernauts play up the electronic side of their sound -- the sound that likely got them onto tours with Justice -- and use it as a counterpoint to vocals that hit falsetto a lot and channel David Bowie even more.

Punk Goes 90s, Punk Goes Metal, etc. Take a minute to note the cover art and tracklist of Punk Goes Crunk, the latest compilation from Fearless Records -- the latest in their continuing series of various artist novelties -- and then assume you'll run across it in whatever corner of the Internet has replaced record store cutout bins.

When Mike Ladd so non-discreetly describes the objects of his mild-mannered obsession in "Housewives At Play," it becomes pretty evident that the world of hip-hop he lives and thrives in is quite different than one many people know.

The influence of Beck's dusty, midnight sun side is so evident in Camphor's sound as to be elementary. The nice thing about this quietly listenable, lyrical debut from New York-based singer, songwriter and film music composer Max Avery Lichenstein and his collaborators is how tastefully it takes its influences to heart.

Cloud Cult gets a lot of press for being big environmentalists. They drive around in a van that runs on milked they churned in their spare time, and their guitars are made from the hulls of ancient ships.

The single, 40-minute track on Super Roots 9 chronicles a Boredoms live performance from Christmas Eve 2004 in Japan. Rightly so: it begins with an extended choral section supplied by the choir that performed with the band, and it brings the record in on the hush of a holiday night.

With raw power and emotion dangling from their flanneled sleeves, Constantines write songs for the workingman; tunes that would sound just as great blasting from tractor trailers as they would a Toyota Prius. Where there’s spilled blood and sweat, the Cons are gonna be there, playing hard and singing loud, howling at the moon. So not surprisingly, on

In France, part of Yelle's claim to fame comes from a "feud" with a rap group no one in America has ever heard of. That doesn't trivialize the group; there's no misguided isolationist pride here. It just illustrates that, to non-Francophones, Yelle's catchy and

Is Atmosphere's sixth record going to get down with the Warped Tour demographic? Let's hope not. Slug and Ant are conducting social commentary at street level, from their tales of cowardly pimps to single moms with a crutch for cocaine and self-involved narratives about the struggle to find true love as an indie rap star.

The jaunt of a piano falls in behind Hayden's vocal, dry like cedar, on "The Van Song," while the opener and title track aligns the perennial Will Oldhamisms of his vocal with a traditional-minded melody and arrangement that goes everywhere you know it will and a few places you didn't expect.

Their 2006 debut was just what their name suggested -- a hoary, explosive blast of garaged-up scuzz and punk rock damage that bled in every color imaginable, and some that weren't. For fans of the electric guitar, Awesome Color doesn't disappoint, and it's the same with Electric Aborigines, the Brooklyn trio's second full-length for Thurston

If Molly Ringwald wasn’t well on her way to being middle-aged and busying herself by acting in obscure plays in France, she might find time bust out some of her classic Breakfast Club-era dance moves to M83’s Me Generation jam “Graveyard Girl.”

The highlights of Alex "Boys Noize" Ridha's 2007 banger Oi Oi Oi get the remix treatment with this new entry, and it doesn't stop at the tracks: even that awesome skull graphic from the original record's cover gets reworked in the negative.

  EPMD was once, one of the strongest groups in Hip Hop, with LPs like Strictly Business, and Business as Usual and now they back they with a new album, Mean Business that will be released through their new label that they will be launching which will be called EP Records. “We’re not out here to conform [...]

The rush of giddy energy that defined the first Los Campesinos! EP continues unabated on Hold On Now, Youngster. Vocals pile on top of one another -- at the outset of "Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats," the Welsh group can't even get through the count-off without yelling happily over one another's numbers -- and the relative solitude of the song's conclusion is just a feint before "Don't Tell Me To Do the Math(s)," which continues the dual vocal yelling over a madcap pace that's nevertheless more melodic and hooky than most of the groups who surround them on their new label.

11 songs, 28 minutes. That’s all we get. That shit may not have flown in 1972, but this is 2008, an age where yogurt comes in tubes and kids would rather roll around the mall on Heelys than walk to Mrs. Fields to get their sugar fix.

In a world gone green -- or at least one that’s trying, if you watch NBC -- San Francisco’s the Dodos may be the one band out there exemplifying the movement’s traits. It’s not that their songs are all bogged down with tree-hugging laments and new age mysticism. But their stripped down, acoustic guitar/loud-ass drums setup does allow their songs

El Perro Del Mar (aka Gothenburg, Sweden resident Sarah Assbring) brings a light touch to the proceedings on From the Valley to the Stars, her second full-length. Really, really light: these songs sound like daydreams and sketches of

Carla Bozulich is the singer, songwriter, and performance artist at the center of such groups as Geraldine Fibbers and Ethyl Meatplow. Those are names from the 1990s, and indeed that decade was their high point.

This live set from Ninja Tune favorites The Cinematic Orchestra was recorded in November 2007 at the storied hall venue featured in its title. With the addition of strings and other niceties backing up the band's compliment of turntablist, drums, guitars, piano, brass, and double bass, the set featured numerous guest playes as well as vocalists, all of whom appear throughout this recording, one that balances nicely between jazz and mild electronic influences.

If Flight of the Conchords' 2007 Sub Pop EP was designed to promote Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement's HBO series, then this full-length is set to pimp them to those without pay cable services. It contains the highlights of Distant Future EP, some of the memorable songs from their show, and a note-perfect sendup of the Pet Shop Boys' fey urban paranoia in "Inner City Pressure."

Faceless Werewolves have smoothed it out a bit on their sophomore effort. Not in that way -- the Austin trio is still tired of talkin', and would rather just take you home and tear into your naughty bits.

If it seems to you like they've always been working together, somehow, over the years and through the binges and across lines both state and emotional, then you're probably in the target demo for Gutter Twins' Saturnalia, the collabo album from longtime friends and fellow travelers Greg Dulli (Afghan Whigs) and Mark Lanegan (Screaming Trees).

If they weren't already infamous, when Baltimore-based rabid rockers The Death Set tossed an amplifier into a pool at the Mad Decent/IHEARTCOMIX party last month in Austin, it probably made a few more people aware of their particular take on mayhem. (There were types wading in that pool, after all. They definitely noticed.)

Sometimes stately, sometimes sticky, sometimes hairy with the molted skin of his old sound. That's what's up with Ghosts I-IV, the first Nine Inch Nails material to be released on Trent Reznor's own terms. A collection of instrumentals, these tracks are still of Reznor's brain even if he isn't feeding guitars into wood chippers and filleting his own throat on the microphone.

Released worldwide in 2007, Kylie Minogue's X is finally making its way to American shores. Kylie is, too -- you may have seen her on television recently, chatting socially with Craig Ferguson or Ellen DeGeneres. Inevitably, those conversations referenced Minogue's diagnosis of and subsequent battle to overcome breast cancer; it really is a great story, and she deserves the chance to tell it.

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The President has been kidnapped by ninjas! Bad Dudes is definitely the best name for a band we've heard in awhile, and these Bad Dudes, operating from their stronghold in Los Angeles, are rocking some manic shit on Eat Drugs, their full-length debut.