Week in Review: And All the While, My Peers Dance and Snort Cheap Coke and Photograph Each Other for the Hundreth Time
In the week everybody dressed like some version of themselves from 15 years ago--or just said fuck it and went all in and pretended to be a giant bag of cocaine--we killed worthless punk nostalgia dead at that Vice party and then rolled right over even older corpses at the Rock Hall blowout. Yet still alive, despite it all: VIBE magazine, a publication we watched die with our own eyes, Halloween style, and Chuck Biscuits, whose unknown assailant-executed death hoax may or may not have had something to do with New Zealand.
This is why this man gets work with FOX News. Fucked Up photo by Rebecca Smeyne.
Elsewhere in debunking: what's up with Girls frontman Christopher Owens' lurid backstory?
Elsewhere in ghosts: Studio B comes back to life in order to keep dance clubs out of DUMBO; the memory of Michael Jackson does big, big box office and music sales business; and Fucked Up's The Chemistry of Common Life rises once more at Brooklyn's Masonic Temple.
Basement Jaxx's Felix Buxton talked to us about those persistent rumors that his band is done, while Sleigh Bells explained just what exactly "A Machines" and "B Machines" are, and Ribbons told us about where that creepy vocal shudder comes from. Buraka Som Sistema bugged out at Le Poisson Rouge, the audience bugged out at Say Anything's show at the Highline Ballroom, and Fuck Buttons drove pretty much everyone damn near crazy at the Bowery Ballroom.
Plus, the endless ubiquity of Jay-Z and his dreaded, victorious Yankees, from Berlin all the way to a fucking float in today's victory parade, the video premiere of White Hills' "Dead", M.I.A.'s Halloween costume, the answer to the immortal question "Which Jawbreaker Song Would the Hold Steady Put on a Mixtape?", and much, much more, below. We're back on Monday.