California pop punk/ indie rock band, Say Anything, played the Adams Playhouse Saturday. Opening for them was the forgettable Mike Del Rio and the annoyingly insincere TV/ TV. The performances, were, as always, thanks to Hofstra Concerts, engi¬neered flawlessly.
The New York Anime Festival (NYAF), held at The Jacob K. Javits Center, was a strange event, left unnoticed by anyone with a mainstream sensibility. The people seemed odd and their costumes were even more bizarre. But for 21,388 people, 16% more than last year, it was a place to dress up as your favorite cartoon charac¬ter and immerse yourself in your favorite shows, movies and comic books.
Mariah Carey released her 12th studio album, “Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel,” co-written and co-produced with The- Dream, on September 29. She’s not out to surprise anyone, sticking with the same R&B/hip-hop sound we’ve come to expect over the past four years.
The album opens with “Betcha Gon’ Know,” a mid-tempo, slightly angry track about seek¬ing revenge on a cheating boyfriend. The chorus has the potential to be catchy, but is offset by cringe-worthy lyrics reminiscent of R. Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet” series. This seems to be the trend for this album, as the opener is followed by the lead single, “Obsessed,” a highly synthesized, failed attempt to rattle Eminem.
Distribution Manager Jim Ausanio and News Editor Ryan Broderick have a discussion about the time they spent at the New York Anime Festival.
I recently had the pleasure of seeing Algernon Cadwallader at the legendary Lower East Side punk venue ABC No Rio. After their set, guitarist Joe, drummer Tank, and singer/bassist Peter met me outside the venue to answer a few questions.
The Chronicle: How did you first form as a band?
Peter: I met Joe on the bus in high school, and he said “what’re you listening to,Weezer?” I blew him off, and then, like, a few weeks later we were in a band. And then we were playing in bands for a while. So it started in high school…
For the past seven months, Britney Spears has been extremely busy bringing her wildly suc¬cessful “Circus” tour to cities around the world. The tour has become the third-highest grossing tour of 2009 worldwide, grossing over $75 million within the first 48 shows. She must have not been too busy, however, to deliver another soon-to-be smash hit. Her brand new song, titled “3,” hit radios Tuesday, and has been getting a crazy response so far.
The quirky and sexual lyrics (the song is about having a three¬some) inspire a march of sorts when Britney sings, “1, 2, 3/Not only you and me/Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between/ Countin’ 1, 2, 3/Peter, Paul, and Mary.” The track, produced by pop-producing powerhouse Max Martin, is club-ready with a pounding bass line, an irresistible chorus and Britney’s signature candy-coated vocals.
“3” is a part of “The Singles Collection,” which will be released on November 24, 2009. This collection of Britney’s hits will be available two edi¬tions. The standard con¬tains 17 of her singles all on one disc. The Ultimate Fan Box Set includes 29 songs with each disc.
If J.J Abrams’ recent reboot of “Star Trek” and “District 9,” mark a return to classic science fiction, than “Surrogates,” the new film starring Bruce Willis, definitely continues that trend. The film’s premise is rife with intrigue, leav¬ing ample room for philo¬sophical ideas and an exploration of the classic battle between man and machine. Unfortunately, the film does not deliver on the promises made by such a premise.
“Surrogates,” based on the graphic novel by Robert Venditti and Brett Weldele, and directed by Jonathon Mostow, depicts a very near future in which humans are living their lives remotely from the safety of their own homes via robotic sur¬rogates: sexy, physically perfect mechanical repre¬sentations of themselves. When the first murder since the integration of surrogates occurs, FBI Agent Greer (Bruce Willis with hair) begins to unrav¬el a vast conspiracy, aban¬doning his own surrogate in the process.
On the outside, Jane Campion’s “Bright Star” looks like yet another lifeless costume drama with a host of performers begging for awards as the Oscar season draws nearer with every passing day. Luckily, although the film will doubtlessly be show¬ered with trophies for the costumes since Hollywood only ever notices the out¬fits when there is a corset involved, the John Keats biopic is far more inter¬esting than the premise suggests.
Ben Whishaw plays the Romantic poet in ques¬tion who falls in love with Fanny Brawne (Abbie Cornish), who is quite literally the girl next door. Rather than stare wistfully at flowers or swoon at will whenever our scribe so much as breathes next to her, Fanny is a woman driven by passion and individuality. She express¬es herself within the constraints of 19th century England through the art of knitting, and as her rela¬tionship with Keats begins to blossom, they discover that they need each other not only as lovers but cru¬cially as muses.
Costume dramas have a bad reputation primarily because most filmmak¬ers in the genre are more interested in what the characters are wearing than what they are actu¬ally doing, but this film is different. The setting takes a back seat to the relationship of the leads, and the outfits and sets rarely draw attention to themselves. If any¬thing, the most striking moments occur when the lovers are surrounded by the landscape of the English countryside, its natural beauty beaming through the screen.
Just so you know, you’re probably an idiot. Because you probably saw “Transformers 2” over the summer and added more money to Michael Bay’s wallet, which is akin to sacrificing a puppy to Satan. Nice work, average Chronicle reader. You are responsible for the dumbing down of America
While sitting in my seat waiting for Kings of Leon at Nassau Coliseum, I noticed something peculiar. In front of me were three high school girls posing for the cliché’ self photographed Myspace picture. If someone had told me a year ago that not only would I see such a site at a Kings of Leon concert, but that it should be expected, I would have laughed at you.