Opinion: Anyone Could Just Go Up There and Scream Like That

Any old schmuck could just go up on stage and yell like a maniac into a microphone. How much talent could that possibly take? I scream and yell a pretty large portion of my everyday life and I don’t see anyone groveling to me because of it.

I mean, just look at him. He’s up there, hollering and frothing at the mouth for an hour, and the crowd goes wild. Seems pretty goshdarn easy to me. The “music” being just a jumbled mess of noise is bad enough, but having this guy aggressively shouting is the icing on the cake. The garbage disposal at my job can do the same exact thing and would probably sound better doing it!

Here’s a question. If you’re in a band, shouldn’t you need to possess a single morsel of talent? You shouldn’t be able to just get on stage and scream into a microphone but this crowd is loving it. Why??? They must feel bad for the guy or something. Not only is he embarrassing himself, but his face is turning purple up there!

It’s actually pretty annoying to me that anyone would call this “music.” With all this angry screaming and foul words being yelled, heck, they could just record me when a telemarketer calls during dinner time! I’d be a “grindcore metal” (or whatever) singer in no time.

Let this be a message to all “screamo” singers: anyone can go up there and do what you do, including me. So invite me to sing for your band so people will like me, please.

Report: Doctor’s Standards for Alcoholism Pretty Lame

HIALEAH, Fla. — A new report from local drunk Emily Kinder indicates that the standards of alcoholism held by her primary care physician are “weak as fuck,” confirmed shaky sources who need a drink.

“Most people expect bad medical advice from YouTube or Jenny McCarthy, but not from the doctor they’ve been going to gor the past three years,” said Kinder after being told she exceeded the criteria for alcohol use disorder. “Could an alcoholic take repeated breaks from drinking to prove they don’t have a problem with alcohol? I don’t think so. Never tried it myself. Besides, how should I know if I’m consuming more than 12 ounces of alcohol a day when all my drinks come in scorpion bowls? The world needs to revisit these standards because it all seems unfair.”

General practitioner Dr. Regina Ward believes Kinder is in denial when it comes to her problem drinking.

“Emily said she was having severe stomach pains despite cutting out soy and drinking chamomile tea one time a few weeks ago. I reminded her that alcohol causes inflammation of the stomach lining and can lead to a fatal ulcerative condition,” said Dr. Ward. “I tell my patients that if they want their stomachs to stop hurting, they need to decide they hate shitting their pants more than they love drinking. Once I tell them consuming more than seven drinks per week is considered excessive, I usually don’t hear from them again until they need a rapid Covid test.”

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DMS-5) is commonly used to diagnose patients who may have a drinking problem, although a patient who smells like a bar mat does not require the same diagnostic scrutiny.

“The original criteria were meant to say seven drinks a day but there was a typo and I guess no one got around to fixing it,” admitted James Breeden, head of the American Psychiatric Association. “In the DSM-5, you’ll see that we make exceptions for special occasions like Cinco de Mayo, birthdays, bad work days, Veterans Day, and any holiday you’re forced to spend with extended family. The takeaway is to moderate whenever possible.”

At press time, Kinder was seen chasing a tequila shot with a hard kombucha to promote gut health.

Drummer Gets in Holiday Spirit by Revealing Each Piece of Kit Contains Three Kinds of Popcorn

THREE OAKS, Mich. — Maggie Hinkle, the drummer of dreamo band LEERER, is reportedly showing her yuletide spirit by filling each one of her drums with three distinct flavors of popcorn, delighted sources confirmed.

“The fact is, I can usually be a bit of a Grinch this time of year, and I wanted to show I was feeling the reason for the season. I figured nothing says Christmas better than the taste of various kinds of gourmet popcorn, separated by a cardboard divider,” said Hinkle. “And since I couldn’t get my hands on any of those big tin buckets it usually comes in, I figured my snares and toms were the next best thing. Who cares if it’ll muffle the hell out of my sound for a few weeks? It’s Christmas, man! In fact, I’m trying to keep this spirit flowing by fashioning my cymbals out of big Pizzelle cookies!”

Band members enthusiastically report that Hinkle knocked it out of the park with his holiday gesture.

“The flavors, dude! My god, the flavors! The floor tom had one-third filled with luscious butter flavor, right? But then in another pocket, all of a sudden, it’s cheddar cheese! You couldn’t believe the variety inside these things,” said guitarist Boyd “Mollusk” Bennings. “Oh, and don’t worry if you happen to have a sweet tooth, because Maggie had ya covered. Read my lips: caramel-covered popcorn in another third of the drums. Unbelievable, I know! It’s gonna be one hell of a Christmas this year, if that drum kit is any indication! Hell yeah!”

Orville Redenbacher representative Rachael Wesson felt remorse that her company had not thought of combining their popcorn with drum sets first.

“Are you kidding me? We’re kicking ourselves over here! I mean, the ‘Little Drummer Boy’ marketing practically writes itself,” said an irate Wesson. “I think we’ve either got to cut this kid a huge check for the manufacturing rights, or spend the whole holiday with egg on our face. Ugh, I just thought of the perfect commercial tagline too, get this: ‘Pah rum pum pum YUM!’ God, what a missed opportunity. That would’ve been a hefty bonus check in my stocking this year, I’ll tell you that much. Anyway, on to Groundhog’s Day, I guess.”

At press time, Hinkle was reportedly disappointed that absolutely no one had touched any of the compartments with cheddar flavor, not even the family of raccoons that live in the alleyway behind her practice space.

Review: Angels & Airwaves “Stomping the Phantom Brake Pedal”

Every Sunday we head back into the archives to assess a record from punk’s rich history. Too often it seems, these reviews tend to focus on just the aural aspect of said music. Wanting to give a voice to another sense for once, this week we’ll be covering the taste of Angels and Airwaves’ 2012 debut EP Stomping the Phantom Brake Pedal. Let’s get to it, ‘cause my mouth’s watering…for some tunes!

Shouldn’t be too hasty though; after an hour in the oven at 415 degrees, this album needs to cool. Burned my mouth a bit, but “The Score Evolved: Reel 1 (Diary)” has a robust, almost spicy kick that’s enhanced by the generous slathering of deli mustard I gave it. Really brings out the piano!

Luckily I broke veg a couple years ago, so crunching into “The Score Evolved: Reel 5 (New Blood)” was no problem at all. Fresh off the barbecue, you could still see the grill marks on it, baby. Just make sure to chew this song thoroughly, because those drums at the end could pose a choking hazard.

Now, by track three, you’re probably wondering “what’s a fella got to do to get a soup around this EP?” Well, you’re ol’ pal Chef Delonge anticipated that, and my compliments to him! “The Score Evolved: Reel 6” trickles down the throat like a thick New England Chowder, only he’s swapped out the clam…for a hearty “jam!”

All the “Love Two Re-Imagined” Remixes from the Surrender Remix through the Saturday Love remix are meant to be enjoyed tossed together in a big bowl with some balsamic and grated parmesan. The aftertaste is undeniably something special. These remixes will get stuck between your teeth, but with flavors this light and pleasant, who’s complaining?

As always, I’ve saved room for dessert, and I’m glad I did. Notes of cardamom intertwine expertly with a tart lemon that you feel on the back of your tongue all throughout the One Last Thing Remix. Ok, take that needle off the record, I’m stuffed!

All in all, a tasty treat of a recording! So what if the re-listen probably made me gain a few pounds!?

Score: 1 Star (I know it seems low, but keep in mind: it’s a Michelin one!)

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Christmas Miracle! Mall Santa With Visible Pantera Tattoo Holds Off Day-Drinking Until Noon

DALLAS — Patrons of the NorthPark Center believed they witnessed a Christmas miracle when a mall Santa with a very prominent Pantera tattoo refrained from drinking alcohol until noon, multiple jolly sources confirmed.

“There is always some uptight dork that complains about how my boombox playing ‘Vulgar Display of Power’ isn’t ‘good Christmas music.’ I got some news for you punk, until Pantera releases a Christmas album there will never be good Christmas music,” said Track McTuggert as he picked bits of weed from his costume beard. “But I don’t know, maybe the holiday spirit took over me because when I got to work today and put on the suit I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol until noon. That’s when I started getting pretty shaky, so I whipped out a bottle of Goldschläger to take the edge off. I have to admit it was pretty impressive, usually I’m drunk before the first kid is on my lap, but today I took around 30 sober photos.”

Rumors of McTuggert’s drunk Santa antics had local parents nervous about bringing their children to meet him, avoiding one of Christmas’ most cherished traditions.

“Some other parents had complained that the mall Santa had given their children small bags of marijuana instead of candy canes, but I don’t see what all the fuss was about,” said local mother, Tina Dilullo. “Yeah this Santa was a bit rough around the edges, and I could see he had a few loose teeth, but I appreciated the fact he was able to hold off on getting blitzed for a few hours. Sure, he wouldn’t shut up about this ‘Dimebag’ guy or the band touring without the Abbott Brothers, but at least he didn’t pass out in his chair until after we left.”

Shopping centers are struggling to find suitable candidates to wear the red suit and management admits it’s better to risk having an unsavory character playing Santa than none at all.

“Track’s behavior made many parents nervous. He’d freak out the parents by stumbling around, headbanging, and constantly shouting ‘we’re taking over this town!’” said Cleardale Mall Manger Ron Clancy. “The Elves and I could only tell children that the smell of Seagram’s 7 and weed were special North Pole herbs and spices so many times. I didn’t think Track would comply with the day-drinking protocol, but we incentivized him with drink coupons for the Applebee’s in the mall. He could be their problem for a few hours.”

At press time, a half dozen of Santa’s elves were being airlifted to Dallas Presbyterian Hospital after snorting lines of his “magic North Pole dust.”

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So You Own Every Death Cab for Cutie Record Variant. Here’s How To Accept She’s Never Coming Back

Wait! Before you click “buy” on that limited Asphalt Meadows LP, you need to hear this. And no, I’m not talking about the Stability EP reissue. Look around at this collection of Death Cab variants you’ve amassed since the breakup. It’s time to go through them one-by-one so you can finally process and accept that she’s never coming back.

Asphalt Meadows LP (Pink Vinyl)
I think part of you must’ve known for a while now that she’s not coming back. I get it. It’s hard. But collecting records from a band that sings about crashing the wedding of their ex isn’t helping. Sad nostalgia is a harmful drug and this is your intervention.

Transatlanticism Double LP (10th Anniversary)
Put down that disc! You don’t need to cry-sing to “The Sound of Settling” again. Honestly, even their “happy” songs are sad as fuck. Can you at least promise to try and work in some Vampire Weekend?

The Photo Album (20th Anniversary, Clear Vinyl)
There are plenty of other sad fish in the ocean and if you can’t be comfortable being alone, it’s time to go fishing for someone who can help you forget about her. Maybe you’ll meet the girl of your dreams at a Decemberists show. But take it slow. Remember, Ben Gibbard and Zooey Deschanel were once in love, and look how that turned out.

Postal Service “Give Up” Triple LP (10th Anniversary)
Look, you have to cool it with the vinyl. It’s expensive and it’s making things worse. I spoke with your local record store and they agreed to tear up your loyalty card. Now I want you to go delete the saved tab on discogs.com for a Codes & Keys remix EP that you already own from a different region.

Home Depot Reports 12-Foot Nativity Scene Not Selling as Well as Skeletons

HARTFORD, Conn. — Sales reports from a local Home Depot confirmed the retail giant is yet to sell a single 12’ nativity set this Christmas season, causing a massive inventory pile up in the store’s 6,000 sq. ft Garden Center.

“When the 12’ skeletons sold out in a single day, we thought, wow, we’re going to make a killing this Christmas,” said Cindy Mathers, the store’s manager. “We’re not really sure what’s driving the consumer reluctance. We even introduced multiple tiers to choose from – the Base Set, which will get you Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and one animal, to the Ultra-Deluxe Nativity, which gets you all eleven pieces with the bonus 15’ manger facade. I mean, who wouldn’t want that in their front yard for six to eight weeks?”

Jay Ramirez is a homeowner in the nearby Colonial Heights neighborhood with a reputation for holiday home flare. Even he is reluctant to purchase the gigantic figures.

“I’m not afraid to go all out for the holidays, but $4,700 is a little steep,” said Ramirez, adhering a pair of reindeer antlers to his mailbox. “Besides that, I only have a half-acre plot. I’m not sure I could even fit it all without spilling onto the Johnson’s lawn, and ever since that Slip & Slide incident last summer, I don’t want to rock the boat. And even if I could fit it, I’m not sure I’d want to look at an adult man-sized baby Jesus every time I leave the house. That thing’s creepy.”

Cardinal Gregory O’Sullivan heads the Archdiocese of Hartford Connecticut and supports Home Depot’s efforts to sell the Nativity sets.

“I think it’s a big way to show your faith which is something we need a lot more of in these troubling times,” said O’Sullivan. “The lack of sales directly reflects the spiritual crisis we seem to be in in this country. As a representative of the Catholic church, I’d advise Home Depot to try and shuffle your inventory around to see if you can get a little more traction. If there’s a problem in this parish, perhaps it might do better in another? Just a thought.”

As Christmas draws near, the Home Depot is looking to recuperate their loss for the next major holiday, with talks of a 12’ Martin Luther King Jr. slated to arrive in stores within the next couple of weeks.

“Fat Bottom Girls Make The Rockin’ World Go Round?” 6 Times Freddie Mercury Was Dead Wrong About Science

Freddie Mercury was undeniably one of the most talented figures in rock history. He was, however, unforgivably naive when it came to science. Mr. Mercury’s wilful disregard for scientific fact is enough to force a reevaluation of his oeuvre. Let’s take a look.

Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go ’round – Fat Bottom Girls, 1978

Mr. Bulsara’s repeated public assertion that our planet  – rockin’ or otherwise – is made to spin via the actions of large-buttocked women is, without a doubt, incorrect. The Earth spins due to the inertia of a collapsing hydrogen cloud billions of years ago. Sadly, there is no evidence which points to the existence of “fat” or otherwise-bottomed homo sapiens that long ago. While such “girls” have undoubtedly contributed to human civilization in countless ways, it is unlikely that their posterior undulations could generate angular momentum on a planetary scale.

She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet – “Killer Queen”, 1974

Mr. Mercury’s brief stint as a sommelier leaves much to be desired. Moet et Chandon, as anyone will tell you, is best stored at between 45 and 65 degrees fahrenheit – any hotter and you risk damaging the wine, while lower temperatures risk slowing down development of the beverage’s signature complexity. Average temperatures in 1974 London occasionally reached well below said threshold, leaving the “killer queen” (if she ever existed) with dead wine. While his lyrical error is perhaps but a glancing blow to wine aficionados on either end of the Atlantic, it does not bode well for Mr. Mercury’s credibility that he begins a song thumbing his nose at oenological knowledge.

You had your time, you had the power You’ve yet to have your finest hour radio, radio – “Radio Ga Ga”, 1984

Despite the Queen singer’s professed love for the medium, the Golden Age of American radio is generally regarded as having long passed by the time this ode was recorded. Radio had it’s finest hour, Freddie, and it was likely sometime in the 1940s, mostly due to the 1927 Radio Act. The transition to television significantly pared down advertisement dollars as stars fled to the new medium. While this error is more historical than scientific, it is surely a point against Mr. Mercury that he never corrected it in subsequent interviews. Science 1, Freddie 0.

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy? – Bohemian Rhapsody, 1975

It’s real life, you sophist. “What if the blue you see is not the same as the blue I see?” Etc. NEXT!

But if I crossed a million rivers And I rode a million miles Then I’d still be where I started – Keep Yourself Alive, 1973

Riding a million miles around the earth, while incredibly time consuming given modern technology, is not impossible. Neither is crossing a million rivers, I suppose (though likely harder as there are roughly 165 major rivers on Earth and Freddie didn’t deign to enlighten the peasants with his own definition of one). What is impossible is doing both in one go – you’d likely cross far fewer than a million rivers in the course of a million miles. While quantum computing and light-speed travel may one day make this journey possible, we much prefer The Proclaimers’ method, which respects current scientific knowledge and the limits of human anatomy: walking five hundred miles, then five hundred more before collapsing, exhausted, at someone’s door.

Storm, the master-marathon I’ll fly through By flash and thunder-fire  And I’ll survive (I’ll survive, I’ll survive) Then I’ll defy the laws of nature (I’ll survive, I’ll survive, I’ll survive) – Seven Seas of Ryhe, 1974

Fact check: nope. You will fuckin’ die, dude.

Man Holding Lost Shoe Above Pit Like Trophy of War

LAKEWOOD, Ohio — Local pit boss Ralph MacQuery created a sense of chaos and turmoil when he suddenly hoisted a lost shoe above the pit like it was the head of a scorned enemy bested in a valiant battle, multiple startled witnesses confirmed.

“At that moment, every eye in the house was trained on that guy. I mean, how do you ignore someone foaming at the mouth like a mad dog and demanding the crowd ‘witness the symbol of his triumph?’ I checked to see I still had both my shoes then I immediately start looking for an emergency exit,” said crowd member Gene Probst. “You could tell the bloodlust had all but overtaken him when he started biting at the shoe and trying to rip it in half, I saw him get spin kicked directly in the ribs and it didn’t phase him at all. He was locked in.”

Ralph MacQuery admitted that he was calling for more carnage during local act Blocked Up’s set, but struggled to find anyone who could match him in mosh combat.

“Any fool who believes himself fit to challenge Ralph the Immortal should two-step forward during the next song! Unless you fear meeting a similar fate!” shouted MacQuery from the front of the stage while bearing the Vans slip-on. “Those who fear my wrath may bend the knee now or prepare to be plundered and put to the sword with all the fury of the old gods! I have ruled this floor for the past 12 minutes and I shall do so for the next 10 as well!”

Medieval historian and 15-year scene veteran Dr. Nigel Hirshhorn compared MacQuery’s behavior to Viking warriors from the Northern European civilizations of a thousand years ago.

“Mr. MacQuery was exhibiting the same behavior that we would see in Nordic raiding parties. The absence of pain response when being hit with an elbow to the face, that ferocious – almost bestial – taste for blood, and the inability to be slowed down by any collective crowd action are all straight from the textbook of Viking combat,” explained Hirshhorn. “However, unlike the Vikings, who would often battle under the influence of pain-numbing substances, MacQuery made sure everyone in the venue knew he was straight edge.”

At press time, detectives were hard at work to contact the owner of the lost shoe by cross-referencing the Vans Old Skool tread marks with the records in their local scene database.

Photo by James Knapp.

Door Guy in Training Fails “Sticking Arm Hair in Wristband” Test

BOSTON — Door staff trainee, Shawn “Fitzy” Fitzgerald, failed the Whiskey Fist music venue’s onboarding test of sticking patrons’ arm hair in an adhesive wristband, making him ineligible for employment according to management.

“I practiced wicked hard for this test,” said Fitzgerald. “I rehearsed it on my roommate Vinnie, who’s Italian, so he’s got an arm like a friggin’ orangutan. We didn’t have any unused wristbands so I had to MacGyver it with some Scotch tape and a Miller High Life label. I must have done it like twenty times, to the point where you could actually see the skin on Vinnie’s wrist. Then at the club, they give me some wimpy kid who looks like he barely hit puberty. All my dreams of opening the back door with some dude’s head are all flushed down the shitter now. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Security manager and aspiring MMA fighter, Todd Creery, proctors the test at the legendary Lansdowne Street Venue and believes it’s not as easy as many people think it is.

“A lot of people think any Neanderthal can do this job, but the truth is it takes a certain skill to get it right,” said Creery while emptying the contents of a patron’s bag on the floor and sifting through it with his foot. “Just because you’re ripped, or your father didn’t give you enough love as a child, doesn’t mean you know how to deal with the public. There’s so much more to the gig than just 86ing people. You gotta know when to yell at them for standing in random spots in the club. You gotta know which crowd surfers to let fall over the barricade. Most importantly, you gotta make sure you start pushing them out the door as soon as the band plays the last note. If you can’t make someone’s wristband so annoying that they want to chop their arm off then this job might not be for you.”

Janice Wallace is the head of Distribution for Tyvek’s wristband division, which supplies nearly 85% of the nation’s music venues.

“We originally designed these in partnership with a study at Stanford to tag how much alcohol was being consumed by college students during finals,” said Wallace. “We made them out of the same material we use to keep water and high-speed winds out of houses during construction. And the adhesive sticks to hair so well that it is now the leading chemical compound used in hair removal. It was proven to be 75 times stickier than the wax they had previously used. We are so happy our wristbands are now commonplace in every music venue and universally reviled by anyone forced to wear one.”

At press time, Fitzgerald was seen practicing for another position at an all-ages venue which requires door staff to use an obscene amount of permanent marker drawing Xs on patrons’ hands.