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Here comes tonight’s shitlist showlist. There are some good bands, but tonight’s group is overwhelmingly unexciting. It’s left me uninspired enough to not post a list tomorrow, so I won’t. Instead, there will be time devoted to raging after having read this account of Fuck Yea Fest founders getting beat up by Hollywood Bowl’s security staff and being ignored by the LA police while I was watching a footage of an NYPD officer lifting up a woman and smashing her face down on the floor, followed by an image of her badly swollen face on television. I think I heard “pleaded not guilty”. Obama will have to repair the damage. Of every bad news. With his speeches. He headlines at the DNC. Go crazy.
ps. Pictured with “Yes We Can” sign is Adam from The Royal Chains, who’s not playing tonight, but you can see them at Mercury Lounge next on Sept 8th.
Arms Down is Get Him Eat Him’s follow-up to 2005’s Geography Cones. I’ve been letting this new one sit for a while, hoping I would either grow to love it, or figure out why I don’t. It’s not a bad record, but you know you like an album when, if it were a basket of strawberries at the market, you’d want to take at least some of it home (yes). Arms Down inspired no such greed, so I turned to the albums I do love. These tend to have an unintentional greater idea behind them, the kind that comes together as a result of other intentions and inspirations, the outcome of things falling into place. In Arms Down, that sort of idea is either missing, or, if present, not very alive.