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Kill Gus Boulis's Killer?
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Silly Wabbit
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Mayor of the Nude Beach
So he's naked and in his seventies. He's still the coolest guy you'll ever meet.
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Poisoned Well
What was contaminating our drinking water? Who knows - Dade officials stopped looking.
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Ignored and Cheated
Farm workers earn nada in America's green bean capital.
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Sarnoff Shmarnoff (14)
Commissioner Marc's claim to a famous bloodline just might be fiction.
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Poisoned Well (5)
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So he's naked and in his seventies. He's still the coolest guy you'll ever meet.
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The Reporter and the Tranny (4)
He kissed her, um, him, and that was only the beginning.
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Barack Obama Naked! (3)
If you could enjoy sensual pleasure with Hillary Clinton, would you? Really?
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La India, Pitbull, and Menudo ...
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Winter Music Conference
Everything you ever, ever wanted to know about the spin event of the century.
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Barack Obama Naked!
If you could enjoy sensual pleasure with Hillary Clinton, would you? Really?
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Pick Up and Go
Blue Martini is maybe a good place to meet a significant other. But first listen to the stories they tell.
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The Prodigal Piano Man
Johnny Rodgers plays his hometown a song.
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He Saw Jesus In The Bathroom
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Miami is Clean???
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Jason Taylor Is The Mambo King, Bitch
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Calvin Harris loves Rick Ross and T-Pain
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Recent Articles By Ray Cummings
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Dead Meadow
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A Long Way Wrong?
Another celebrated memoir threatens to blow into a million little pieces.
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LA Weekly
Hoop Dawg
Billionaire Donald T. Sterling owns the L.A. Clippers and loves the ladies. And those are just two of his problems.
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The Pitch
Children of the Porn
Elvin Boone's sex-shop empire crumbles as his offspring feud.
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Westword
The Good Soldier
When the Army tried to take down Andrew Pogany, they messed with the wrong coward.
By Joel Warner
Subject(s): Fuck Buttons, Street Horrrsing
Despite the eyebrow-raising moniker's aggressive overtones, the Bristol, England duo of Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power wants little more than to give your cerebellum a therapeutic, thoroughly intense sound massage. With Street Horrrsing, these Fuck Buttons engineer a sort of reverse, photonegative, canary-in-a-coal-mine scenario, threading strands of coruscating and blackened noise, exotic percussive matrices, and mutilated, near-unrecognizable vocals through buzzing, humming synth enclosures.
The album is presented as a flowing whole loosely segmented into six movements, most of which near or exceed the 10-minute mark; as such, one can easily lose track of linear continuity — not to mention one's own location on this particular Street. Did you misplace your keys somewhere back in the morphing afterburner drone of "Race You to My Bedroom — Spirit Rise"? Kowtow to mellow panhandlers during "Colours Move" as thumping, clipped drum patterns gradually boom-boomed the two-note blare out of the foreground? Run from stray dogs as spine-tingling, rabid-hyena wild-out "Ribs Out" savaged your synapses? Exchange cash for a baggie as "Sweet Love for Planet Earth" moved from floaty, Ativan reverie to swollen, mescaline mindfuck? More important, who cares? Hit play again.
