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Hawthorne Heights reach a new low

It's not every day that you find a record so bad it drives you into a brief period of acute, introverted sorrow. When you do, it serves not only to remind us of the many detestable qualities of pop music and the music industry, but even to further sully and mar its once good name. "If Only You Were Lonely," the second record from suburban tattoo-and-all-black-clad Ohio emo quintet Hawthorne Heights, is such a record.


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You wouldn't want to 'Destroy' these 'Rubies;' Bejar impresses

Very infrequently can a single record combine superiorly-crafted lyrics, outstanding vocals and cohesive instrumental elements. In the span of a sparse ten songs and fifty-three minutes, Destroyer's new release, "Destroyer's Rubies," does just that.


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Doherty's latest album is all a-(Baby)shambles

Between various court appearances stemming from a steady stream of drug charges, ex-Libertines frontman Pete Doherty found the time in 2005 to put out an album in the UK with his new band, Babyshambles.


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No Elbow room

There is nothing special about Elbow. Perhaps this is why they have been dropped by both Island and EMI as they were just starting out, likely due to their lack of an identity within the wave of late '90s British melodic soft rock. Overshadowed by such groups as Coldplay and Travis, Elbow managed to survive on the independent circuit until their more recent and lasting contract with V2 Records.


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From this album to 'eternity,' Subways medicore

When The Who sang about their generation back in the '60s, it marked a dividing line between the cool young Mods and the old, crusty Establishment. Listening to the song today, you have to think they knew what they were talking about.


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With debut album, Arctic Monkeys find some pals

Just like clockwork, a new year has brought with it a new British pop sensation, one that will supposedly save rock and roll from its current, sorry state and lead it into a golden age. The 2006 installment of this phenomenon is Sheffield, England's Arctic Monkeys, a fiery teenage four-piece led by nineteen-year-old singer/guitarist Alex Turner.



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Clogs make mood music for the intellectual person

Around Valentine's Day, music has the tendency to degenerate into trite love songs and Kenny G Hallmark-inspired drivel so wimpy that even the guys responsible for elevator music cover their ears. When Clogs (a project of Padma Newsome and Bryce Dessner that predates their indie rock band The National) actively advertises itself as influenced by a 16th century lute player, you can be forgiven for expecting their music to join the Valentine's Day quagmire of New Age feel-goodery.


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Don't wait for the next ice age to buy 'Mastodon'

Technically, this isn't a new album. In fact, it's the oldest Mastodon material you can get commercially. Five of the 29 tracks on "Call of the Mastodon" are remastered from the band's first release, 2001's "Lifesblood," and the other four are previously unreleased tracks recorded at the same session the "Lifesblood" tracks were laid down.


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New media 'Cross-Currents' flow into Tisch Gallery

Huge moving images are projected onto the white mass of screens hanging from the walls and the tall ceilings; you feel engulfed by the videos covering all surfaces. The showing at Tisch Gallery this season offers the Tufts community something completely different than its usual exhibits: An eye-opening and full-body experience that stirs the senses in new directions.



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Keep Headley in 'Mind' - Broadway star comes through

For the most part, pop recordings from Broadway stars are not overly appealing to the mainstream. Since stage stars are more dramatic in their vocal deliverance, their records are generally not exactly what fans of today's hip-hop are looking for.


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There's nothing trivial about 'The Life Pursuit'

Despite being arguably the most beloved indie-pop band of the past decade, Belle and Sebastian have always had a certain stigma attached to them. Described by Jack Black as "sad bastard music" in "High Fidelity" (2000), the Scottish seven-piece band's delicate chamber-pop style and cynically literate lyrics have painted the typical B&S listener as either a sexually frustrated art school student or a latte-drinking, scarf-wearing yuppie.


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Indie band Tristeza shows no new 'Colores'

It is hard to produce an atmospheric yet engaging record under the flag of instrumental indie rock, or so-called post-rock. Accordingly, such attempts tend to be overly ambitious; they strive to make something intensely dramatic but come across as plain or clich?©d, tending to retreat into a tired m?©lange of dub bass lines, post-punk-inspired guitar riffs and standard-fare post-rock drum set syncopation.


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'Degas to Picasso' gets a mixed review

These days, modern art is not new art. Rather, the term applies to Impressionism and the boom of artistic movements in the post-Impressionistic era. Yet what art historians and students now study as modern art, attributed to masterful painters commonly known as geniuses, was once contemporary - questionable and controversial before achieving classic status. This oft-forgotten distinction is vital to appreciating the "Degas to Picasso: Modern Masters" exhibit on display at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.


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...and in the next race: Tortoise and Will Oldham take off

Last Wednesday, Chicago-based Overcoat Records released "The Brave and the Bold," a cover album jointly fronted by freeform jazz and math-rock outfit Tortoise and slowcore king Will Oldham under his Bonnie "Prince" Billy moniker. This unlikely duo recorded an album of ten covers originally by such pop music virtuosos as Bruce Springsteen, Elton John, Lungfish, Devo and Melanie Safka.



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Time to fixate Shakira's new disc

When Shakira dropped "Fijaci??® ?ral, Vol. 1" last June, it wasn't the long awaited follow-up to 2001's smash album "Laundry Service" that many American Shakira fans were expecting. Not that "Fijaci??® ?ral, Vol. 1" wasn't an ambitious and grandiose record (it was), but the non-English lyrics that graced the album may have been lost on the U.S. CD-buying public (although "Laundry Service" did have several tracks with Spanish lyrics). Consequently, Shakira didn't rack up the sales numbers that she may have expected. Rectifying this dilemma, she has now released the album's sequel, English-language "Oral Fixation, Vol. 2." It's hard not to be mesmerized by Shakira as a performer. Her belly dancing and hip gyrations are cobra-like and exotic and her vocals evocative. After years of international acclaim, she stormed through to U.S. success in 2001. Her tangy singles (and videos) "Whenever, Wherever" and "Objection (Tango)" and a headlining tour (at the hockey arena level) showed her to be one of the most vigorous performers around. She has also proved herself to be a risk taker. While she could have easily followed the formula of "Laundry Service" - which would have guaranteed more mainstream chart success - she instead employs a myriad of styles and instrumental arrangements. As both "Oral Fixation" releases prove, she is not coy about experimenting. The album opener "How Do You Do" features Shakira flanked by a chorus with lyrics entwined in religious overtones that make you wonder if Shakira has been spinning some old Charlotte Church CDs in her spare time. Shakira chases away any fears of placidness as she gets down and dirty on "Don't Bother" (the CD's first single), turning catty and sarcastic over another female who rivals her for the attention of her "significant other." Elsewhere, Shakira proves that she has not lost a bit of her sassiness and ability to share her raw feelings. She throws out some subtle anti-war statements in the distinctive "Timor" (a loose reference to embattled nation East Timor). On the ferocious cut "Animal City," she refers to planet Earth as a "cannibal world" in a somewhat cynically laced view of life. Her collaboration with Carlos Santana on "Illegal" offers some interesting, yet unpredicted, results. Those expecting the Santana from "Smooth," with its burning, forceful solos, may be surprised. With its slow tempo, "Illegal" seems restrained, while atmospheric backing licks and solos from Santana emphasize a mournful tale of rejection. Crooning about a failed relationship (in other words... he dumped her) Shakira sorrowfully speaks of unkind sentiments concerning an ex-beau and is ripe with accusations of insensitivity. She opines, "You don't even know the meaning of the words 'I'm sorry,'" while intertwining her pain with "Jagged Little Pill"-like statements ("You said you would love me until you died / and as far as I know you're still alive"). "Illegal" certainly makes for one of the more haunting moments on "Oral Fixation, Vol. 2." A notoriously hands-on artist, the record lists Shakira as a producer. But she hardly acted alone; the fingerprints of production guru Rick Rubin (hot off working with Neil Diamond on his much ballyhooed "12 Songs") are all over "Oral Fixation, Vol. 2," and he certainly fuels the powerful tone and sound of the record. His mere presence on the album adds to the credibility of the project. While "Oral Fixation, Vol. 2" may not be what many were expecting of Shakira, especially not those who still remember her as the hip-shaking temptress of the convenience store clerk in her Pepsi commercial from a couple years back. It is a solid piece of work and one of the more intelligent and ambitious efforts we have seen in the past year.


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'System' are the Red Bull and Vodka of music

It is pretty exceptional to find an album today that truly rocks. "Hypnotize," the latest by System of a Down, is one of these albums, the kind that get better with every additional increment of volume. Whether it is used for personal head-banging or for a pre-finals spaz attack, "Hypnotize" will not disappoint. As the second of a pair of albums, "Hypnotize" was released just six months after the moderately successful "Mezmerize." Whereas "Mezmerize" owed much of its success to "BYOB," a hard rocking political tirade that transformed into a sort of antiwar anthem, "Hypnotize" does not give the same weight to any given song. Despite the album's lack of potential future radio airtime, the first eight tracks tie together to form one long hit song. This rock opera style seems to be awakening an old trend, following the same concept as last year's Green Day's "American Idiot." It is evident from the way that "Hypnotize" flows that the rock opera feel was well thought-out. The album has three distinct sections, the first beginning with the simple lyrics and frenzied rhythms that made System of a Down famous. The opening song, "Attack," does not disappoint, as it only builds up for about three and a half seconds before it unleashes quite possibly the fastest beat that drummer John Dolmayan has ever recorded. The middle of "Hypnotize" is by far the deepest, most complex, and best overall section. Beginning with the one possible hit, the title track, this block of songs asks the relatively tough questions, all while adhering to the fast pace that was established before. In a bitter critique of the materialism of American society, the title track begins: "Why don't you ask the kids at Tiananmen Square / Was fashion the reason why they were there / They disguise it hypnotize it / Television made you buy it." The primary risk taken in the middle section is its unprecedented amount of harmonization. Such a technique inevitably features more input from backup singer, and main song writer Daron Malakian, who has a much lighter style than frontman Serj Tankian. While this vocal complexity may detract from the album's heaviness for some, it certainly adds new depth and is quite an accomplishment for a band with such a defined sound. The depth of the middle section does not end with the melodies. In the song "Tentative," writers Malakian and Tankian take what would typically seem like a slow song and give other parts of the track the same aggressive energy that is found earlier in the album. In mixing these two distinct moods, "Tentative" feels like a delicious dose of red bull and vodka, making your heart speed up and slow down at the same time. The second section's musical brilliance extends through track eight, "Holy Mountains," which could (and should) have been the album's conclusion. Tracks nine through twelve seem more like hidden tracks then part of the same album, used primarily for experimentation. Although System of a Down is well known for their quirkiness, "Vicinity of Obscenity" is just plain silly. It is hard to excuse these lyrics as a poetic expression of some drug binge, because, frankly, they sound like they were written by a five-year-old who ate too many Cocoa Puffs. It's possible that this five-year-old druggie was a creative writing persona for Tankian, but "Vicinity of Obscenity" simply takes away from the seriousness of his other songs. Fortunately for "Hypnotize," the third section's isolation prevents it from ruining the rest of the album. Though true fans would rightly prefer a hard copy, a logical choice for everyone else would be to utilize iTunes to the fullest and just buy tracks one through eight. Though it is only a partial album, it is one long string of brilliance. The differences in quality beg the question of why "Hypnotize" and "Mezmerize" were not combined into one normal-length masterpiece. It would certainly be feasible to combine the consistent eight tracks from "Hypnotize" with "Mezmerize"'s few hits. It seems that the band was swayed by the media coverage that accompanies the accomplishment of releasing two albums in the same year. Overall, though, System of a Down continues to overstep such labels as "metal" and "nu-metal" and has put out some of the best rock and roll of the last decade.


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It's OK to lose this 'Ticket'

When The Darkness' first stateside release, "Permission to Land," hit shelves in winter 2004, audiences were wowed by the pomp and vigor of the contemporary quartet from Norfolk, England. Praise for the band's interpretation and emulation of the classic rock sound flooded from media outlets, as did comparisons to myriad bands of the '70s and '80s. Most remember them, however, from radio disc jockeys' obsession with blasting "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" at all hours of the day or from lead singer Justin Hawkins's infamous falsetto. But they may be remembered; the band has made a name for itself by inciting wistfulness for rock behemoths of yore. By adapting their musical nuances and dressing in spandex, The Darkness pays homage to the unrestrained energy and gusto of their musical predecessors. Last week, the band released their sophomore stateside effort, "One Way Ticket to Hell...and Back." In contrast to their previous album (whose songs merely evoked the ghosts of classic artists), in "One Way Ticket" The Darkness wholly impersonate them in sound and instrumentation. Whereas "Permission to Land" combined the originality of The Darkness with that of their influencers to create a uniquely nostalgic sound, their new album sounds as if it were a cover album of classic rock tunes from decades past. The Darkness scarcely used more than keyboard, drums, bass, guitar, and Hawkins's fluctuating voice to fashion songs on "Permission to Land," but in "One Way Ticket" the band expands their repertoire considerably in terms of the variety of instruments and vocal techniques. Sadly, what would appear to be a positive influence on the band proves pernicious as The Darkness uses these musical means to imitate their predecessors too closely. The album starts out with a one-minute pan-flute and Gregorian choir intro on the title track. During that same song, one can hear a consistent cowbell and multi-track vocals that can't help but remind listeners of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long." The album then shifts to "Knockers," a song appropriately about a woman on which Hawkins screams like Big Star's Alex Chilton in "Don't Lie to Me." The following song, "Is it Just Me?," is transformed into a blatantly Judas Priest-inspired song by dint of Hawkins' vocals and the crisp driving guitar. The same goes for "Bald" later on in the album. Surprisingly, string and horn sections make it onto the album as well. In "Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time," "Girlfriend," and the clincher "Blind Man," string and horn sections turn potentially emotional and lyrically potent songs into ones that resemble cheesy seventies Meat Loaf ballads. Something similar happens in "English Country Garden," where the grand piano and Hawkins's Freddie Mercury-esque vocals make the song sound as if it were straight off a Queen record. Probably the most original song on the album is "Dinner Lady Arms." Still, it sounds as if it could be a B-side off "Permission to Land." That is, they sound like The Darkness on their first album, but it is not up to the standards of the other songs from it. All of the aforementioned new instruments would seem to be a constructive force for the band. Yet the way in which The Darkness uses them becomes regressive as the band begins to resemble its influencers too closely. Many of these likenesses can be attributed to the decision by The Darkness to employ producer Roy Thomas Baker. Baker was the producer and a great power behind two of Queen's albums (including their seminal hit tune "Bohemian Rhapsody"). By soliciting the ex-producer of a band to which The Darkness is overwhelmingly likened, the band concedes its image as a wannabe classic rock band. This realization not only detracts from the band's credibility as artists but also damages their image as progressive musicians However, it would be arrogant not to point out the good in this album. The clarity of their new sound is laudable. The songs are indeed upbeat, catchy, and fun. Also, the varied and new sounds that the band takes on in "One Way Ticket" prove an admirable endeavor. They have a clear, cohesive sound and accordingly, one cannot deride the album for being as insignificant as it first seems. Eventually it appears that The Darkness didn't actually plagiarize the sound of their classic rock idols, they likened their music to them. The group probably should have been more conspicuous of their appreciation, something that's hard to do with Queen's old producer. Fans liked The Darkness because their oldness was something new. Hopefully, this relatively lackluster release will allow the band to see that their success emanates from their novelty, and not from their association with '70s rock and '80s hair metal.


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All hail the queen: Madonna incarnation is in vogue

Madonna, once the sexually liberated, erotically charged, persona-changing pop icon of the '80s and '90s, is embarking on her newest reinvention. Apparently, it is that of a prudish schoolmarm. The perpetrator of 1992's book "Sex" and a handful of explicit videos now ghost-writes children's books (which must look a tad funny alongside "Sex" on a bookshelf), boasts that she bans her own offspring from watching television (probably so her kids won't come across her "Justify My Love" and "Vogue" videos), and embraces her newly-acquired Kabbalah religion. In the midst of this newfound born-again attitude (or calculated image revamping), it's almost surprising that Madonna didn't record a gospel album. Instead, "Confessions on a Dance Floor" goes back to her club kid roots. This isn't to say that anything on the CD comes close to the dance classics she created on her 1983 self-titled debut, but at least she realized after 2003's disappointing release, "American Life" (who can forget that pathetic rap she attempted on the title track?) that she should get back under the disco ball and leave the hip hop to Missy Elliot. Actually, "Confessions on a Dance Floor" is not a bad effort. Clearly she has come to terms with the fact that dance tunes are what people actually want to hear from her. The blistering dance track "Hung Up," the first single, has carved another notch in Madonna's belt of hits. Other standout songs, "Jump," "Get Together," and "Let It Will Be," employ the synthesized dance beats of "Hung Up" and will make her die-hard dance floor disciples extremely happy. "Let It Will Be" is especially appealing; more of a raw-produced dance track, it is akin to the '80s remixed Madonna hits which were made even more magical by legendary DJ/mixer John "Jellybean" Benitez. "Push Me" also contains a certain energy, but its repetition makes the listener wonder if we truly need another song praising some unknown mentor who apparently "pushed" or "pushes" or "inspired" Madonna (or us) to be better. One would have thought that songs with this kind of trite sentiment died after "Wind Beneath My Wings," but alas it has not. The CD's biggest letdown is the saccharine "Forbidden Love." The slowest track on "Confessions," the song may have been Madonna's attempt to decelerate a bit, but it just stalls with its sappy lyrics and lukewarm delivery. One must wonder: after the hoopla over "Hung Up" passes, how much interest will there be for the rest of the CD's myriad dance tracks? It is unlikely that many present day club DJs, currently overloaded with requests for Kanye West and 50 Cent, will be excited about spinning a new Madonna dance product. Although Madonna has apparently resigned herself to the fact that her days of shocking the world are over, her fans still seem interested in the singer's newer and cleaner incarnation. The things she used to do to astonish - which seemed outrageous 10 or 15 years ago - would now be as uninteresting as any calculated Paris Hilton PR stunt. But, for now anyway, the material girl-turned-mom (twice) has toned it down. If the CD's Number 1 debut in 28 countries is any indicator, the world has seemingly embraced the more grown-up Madonna. Then again, maybe her actions are more subliminal than they appear. There once was a time when all would have scoffed at the thought of a "settled" Madonna. In a way, maybe she's trying to shock us by doing something we never expected of her: maturing.