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Recently in Forever 21, I heard a curious electro-pop song come onto the store's music mix. It was reminiscent of Miss Kittin and Felix da Housecat's "Madame Hollywood," their...
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Picnic spot: Prentis I. Frazier Park, 401 24th Ave. E. CENTRAL DISTRICTPicnic supplies: Madison Market, 1600 E. Madison St. From the deli: a small container of "unchicken"...
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I've used the words "quietly devastating" to describe this Minnesotan trio more than once, and while that phrase should go down with "soundscapes" and "angular" in the...
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Who remembers Jale and Sloan? In the mid-'90s, I suspect that there were pockets of teenagers around the country (like myself) who ordered 7"'s by these Sub Pop bands, just...
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Burbling, underwater guitars, reverberations that pierce the atmosphere and dive deep underground, slow and steady bass, and the chink of a tambourine, drawn out like the...
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Susanna Welbourne is no pussycat doll—rather, she’s an Atomic Bombshell. As Kitten LaRue, she’s a member of the city’s most dazzling burlesque troupe,...
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Susanna Welbourne is no pussycat doll—rather, she’s an Atomic Bombshell. As Kitten LaRue, she’s a member of the city’s most dazzling burlesque troupe,...
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Receiving news of all the Japanese bands in town this week, my attention kept being diverted to a book someone put on my desk recently: Hello, Please! Very Helpful Super...
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"Because I'm working with my culture, and it's being accessed or
consumed by other cultures, then I have a strong responsibility to how
that message is made," said DJ Rekha to...
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Broken Social Scene have turned out to be anything but—although we
haven't had the good fortune to see the whole group in Seattle since
2005, the products of its...
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“Art, home accoutrements, and dead people’s furniture.” That’s what they’ve got on offer at the Anne Bonny, a newish Capitol Hill shop that feels...
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On a humid night last July, I stood outside my apartment building on Bellevue Avenue, debating whether or not I should go to the Baltic Room alone. I was all dressed up, and...
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Imagine your face on the wall of the
Museum of Metropolitan Art, flaws like blemishes and nose hairs exposed for the world to view up close. If you were a friend or fellow...
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A funny thing happened on the way to our vacations. . . a female friend who recently embarked on a round-the-world trip, starting in Bangkok, was express-mailed Elizabeth...
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We recently talked up White Center’s Café Rozella as a coffeehouse of unique pretensions; Capitol Hill’s latest and greatest may be the intimate Faire, which...
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“As rough as a bear’s arse.” “As sharp as a beach ball.” “As sick as a small hospital.” “As small as a mouse’s diddy.”...
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In the course of about a year (come summer), local band Throw Me the Statue has gone from a “You gotta see them”-type of phenomenon to a polished band with a great...
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Electro isn’t a femme fatale—when it’s bad, it’s not “better,” it’s just fucking bad. Luckily for Alexander Ridha, who’s been producing...
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Ex-Dismemberment Plan member Morrison’s forthcoming album, all ya’ll, is reportedly for everyone that loved his band, his solo album travistan, and “for those...
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Seattle has characters in every neighborhood. There’s the man raging against Seattle police in front of Barney’s every morning, and there’s Slats (the tall,...
