Volume I, Issue 12
August 25 - September 2, 1997
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The Radio Pirate
How Rush Limbaugh exploits rock music for his own right-wing agenda. 
David Corn and Sam Munger
Why Lollapalooza should die. 
Knocking at Your Back Door
Soak hasn't been sitting around waiting for Austin to make them famous -- they hit the road and made their own buzz, and Austin is just now catching up. 
Tango's Last Dance?
The tango--it's not just for lust-crazed traditionalists anymore. 
Winston Rodney Shines Brightly as the Burning Spear. 
A Slick Guitarist
Big Jack Johnson's transformation from oilman to bluesman didn't come overnight. 
An Honest Story
Matraca Berg hits her stride. 
Luna, & Fuck. 
Rhythm & Views
Jean-Paul Bourelly & The Bluwave Bandits, Mike Ladd, Lauren Hoffman. 
Turn Up That Noise!
An eclectic survey of recent recordings. 
Edited by Stephen Grimstead
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don't want to make any enemies here but...I hate Rush Limbaugh.
I applauded when my local TV station dropped his show, and I visit
the Punch Rush Limbaugh web site at least once a day for therapeutic
purposes. As far as I'm concerned, Rush is just All in the
Family's Archie Bunker without any Meathead playing counterpoint.
Talk about monotony.
Ya gotta hand it to Rush, though, for his non-monotonous use
of rock music. The conservative tubbo uses great, pounding tunes
by the likes of Peter Gabriel, Jimi Hendrix, and Garbage to spice
up his program. He may have stepped over the line, however, in
his use of The Pretenders' "My City Was Gone" for his
main theme. Looks like vocalist Chrissy Hynde, an animal-rights
activist and ideological opposite of Limbaugh, wants to sue. Go,
Hynde! An article from The Nation gives the
While we're on the subject of hate, alternative fans might want
to read this writer's analysis of the Lollapalooza tour. First
he says the concert "sucked on every conceivable level,"
then he proceeds to describe each level's suckage. Good plan.
Apparently the once-cutting-edge show, which combined some of
the best and rawest new acts in alternative music, now showcases
a bunch of pompous sell-outs.
Maybe that writer should have gone to the R.O.A.R. concert instead.
Sure, the alternative-based tour lost most of its steam when Iggy
Pop dropped off the bill, and the crowd tended to be full of idiotic
fashion victims wearing thick black clothes in the summer heat.
But the proceedings gained a splash of much-needed cool thanks
to the presence of a band called Soak. An interview dives into
We've also got well-informed biographical articles about jazz-tango-classical
king Astor Piazzola (whose music can still be heard thanks to
Pablo Ziegler); reggae's elder statesman Burning Spear; 57-year-old
oilman-turned-bluesman Big Jack Johnson; and the hot Nashville's
songwriter Matraca Berg, whose sweet choruses really "dish
out the gravy." Hmm, that last one sounds like music Rush
Limbaugh would like.
Album reviews this week:
If anything in this section offends, annoys or perturbs your senses,
here's your place to scream like an angry punk rocker.