Giuseppe Zangara

The Futureheads have a fairly good grasp on what came before them; they aren't original, sure, but they do what they do well without sounding too much like any one band from the late 70s (granted, XTC is the biggest reference point, what with the slight vocal similarities). Bloc Party sounds like what a bunch of kids who totally got their minds blown by Turn On the Bright Lights would sound if they formed a band.* *Even if that isn't the case—even if they are well-versed in music history and own every Wire seven-inch from 77-79 and an original vinyl pressing of the Pop Group's Y—nothing on Silent Alarm convinces me otherwise.

Based on one listen to Silent Alarm, Bloc Party does very little to set themselves apart from the 30-or-so bands that have the same sound. "Positive Tension" manages to be above-average (and "Luno" is decent, too), but mostly there's no difference between this band and FranzFerdinandTheKillersHotHotHeat ad infinitum. Hell, if Paul Banks faked a British accent, there'd be no telling apart Interpol and the Bloc Party song "Plans."

I didn't puke, but my stomach was in knots for an hour or so afterwards.

Agent, did I tell the story of the time I took a drink from a glass that contained a cigarette BUTT.

It was the second day in a row where I lit a smoke backwards, too!

I'm like one-eighth Jew.

I'm downloading this now, though the only "new" band from the past year that I remotely gave a flip about was the Futureheads.

I was. I shared an account with three other people; I didn't like the site very much. Granted, most of the women on there aren't my type, but even if they were, many of the layouts were overly arty or just plain dumb (I recall one featuring a girl straddling an arcade machine). Very little of the site overall was erotic. I only got the book because the girl who gave it to me thought it would be funny.

Should I take pictures of some pages from that Suicide Girls book my female roomie gave me? You can see some naked emo girls.

Matt Young is far too earnest for this world.

Nevermind, I was listening to Can's "Mother Sky" on my iPod (so gay!) when I got up a moment ago to check on my pizza, and I caught myself pumping my fist in the direction of my roomie's cat.

It makes my ass shake and fist pump. Well, it doesn't make my fist pump. I don't know that I've ever pumped my fist, actually.

I bought Raw Power on vinyl yesterday, Banky.

Hey Incandenza, do you like my new user name? He left. Ain't my face red? Sorry, I went to bed. Re your name. Is it supposed to be ironic?

Heh.

Oh god, I just realized I totally put my internet reputation on the line. Oh god oh god oh god.

Very much so, yes.

He never met one of them; the other never asked.

Sorry it took so long to sign off; I got distracted.

I'm gonna count to five and then sign off again.

Okay, now what.

Let's never fight again.

I signed off, anyway. I don't think I can be bothered to sign back in.

Now that's just rude.

Banky, why aren't you on AIM, anymore. Is it true Piss took your name.