Sufjan talks with WNYC host David Garland about the music and the ideas behind his new instrumental composition “The BQE.”, which include the story of the Brooklyn Queens Expressway, the consequences of urban planning, and hula hoops. (listen)

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New video from The Good Life features a group of freaks dressed up in ghetto Wizard of Oz outfits, terrorizing an ice cream shop with axes and guns. It’s an intriguing juxtaposition with the song’s jaunty swing and the gratuitous spatter of blood.

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Maybe you’ll find this confusing as well: Tommy Lee claims he would never stoop to be on a frivolous show like VH-1’s Rock of Love, starring Poison’s Brett Michaels. Quoth the Crue’s proudest phraseologist: “Just to stop the rumors… I AM NOT nor would I ever do a stupid show like the ‘Rock of Love’!!” […]

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For a band that lost any semblance of credibility years, albums, and haircuts ago, Metallica must be a glutton for punishment by continuing to trot out new material. In a deftly worded statement, drummer Lars Ulrich claims, “these new songs echo some of our stuff from the ’80s – long, epic journeys through different musical landscapes, heavier, but a […]

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There’s no real justification for fucking fans over the way record labels do some times. Reissuing a record that just came out in July is embarrassingly crass. Alas, Capitol’s scruples have never been held in high esteem on this front. Regardless, Radiohead’s former American home will re-release Interpol’s Our Love to Admire packaged with a DVD, featuring […]

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After a decade together, art-punk noise terror-mongers, The Blood Brothers, are rumored to have broken up, as a post on the Three One G forums attests, but there has been no official announcement from the band or its defunct label, Virgin subsidiary V2, which crumbled earlier this year. The Blood Brothers released its final record, […]

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Slate gushes over Jens Lekman today in a fanboy piece that is so self-deprecating and honest that it doesn’t seem to offend on any level, despite its reckless superlative-tossing (“Lekman is a fully realized pop genius, and each of his full-length records is its own masterpiece”). Focusing on Lekman’s lyrical gift of gab, author Stephen […]

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