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Jeffrey Morgan’s Media Stupe-out

Slinging slang and seeing you ... always seeing you

 

Published 6/17/2009

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Broadway CallsGood Views, Bad News (Side One Dummy) :: You know I’ve had my share. Well, my woman left home for a brown-eyed man who plays in a generic teenage angst rock band that should’ve closed out of town on opening night, but I still don’t seem to care.

The Black Crowes"Torn and Frayed" (Eagle Rock) :: Since my pun was missed two weeks ago, I’ll reiterate for ya: The fact that these Croweroom dummies actually stupe — I say, stupe — to cover this song only proves my point about them being deadass derivatives.

Lee Harvey OsmondQuiet Evil (Latent) :: I guess "John Wilkes Partridge" was already taken, huh?

Manchester OrchestraMean Everything to Nothing (Favorite Gentlemen) :: Early prissy Bowie meets early pensive Reznor backed by early primo Page.

Charles E. CaineThe Mayor of Hell (Warner Bros.) :: James Cagney may be the star of this 1933 prison flick, but who can deny that good old Charlie Caine steals the show as Tommy ‘Stupe’ Gorman?

23 Rainy DaysWonderful Disaster (Radio Active) :: Their own website describes them as being "Dark Pop Synth Rock" so who am I to argue that they’re wrong — especially when that happens to be an accurate assessment of this exemplary slice of arch ’80s anxiety.

SIZZLING SHOW OF THE WEEK: Jesse JamesJesse James Is a Dead Man (Spike) :: Here’s one dead man who turns me on with a kinetic fury and oddly incongruous laconic Zen-ness that evokes memories of Raw Power and A Gift From a Flower to a Garden being played simultaneously at full volume. This linear ancestor to the pistol-packin’ outlaw may look and sound like David Lynch but the death-defyin’ stunts he pulls off are worthy of Evel Knievel in his outta-mah-head prime. It also adds more fuel to the argumentative fire that Spike is the greatest heavy metal television network casting broads today.

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