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THE EAGLES: Joe Walsh is the one who looks like Gallagher |
Have you ever been stuck in a cab somewhere in this country, heard “Hotel California“ come on the radio, and thought to yourself: “If I hear that fucking song one more time, I’m going to kill everyone within a hundred-mile radius?” Well, you’re in luck. Our inside information has it that if you go to the Eagles concert next weekend, you will have a “very good” chance of hearing “Hotel California” at least once. You’ll also get to feast your eyes on Glenn Frey, who was once called the “handsomest man in South Pasadena,“ and Joe Walsh, who’s just a flat-out nut. These guys have sold 25 million albums, which means they know what U like. And… actually, you know what? We’ve had a really hard day here at the eXile, this is the last piece of text we’re putting on the page, we hate the fucking Eagles, and that’s that. There’s really nothing else to say. The Moscow Times ran an editorial last week citing this concert as one “reason to cheer” for the revival of culture in this city, and if you believe that, you deserve yourself. Go fall in a well and die. Tickets are expensive, so only ugly chicks will be there.
These guys are great. They’re from Germany. They had a big hit called “Lord of the Board” that’s about snowboarders. The vocalist is not male, but female, and named Sandra. They shoot for a Rage Against the Machine effect, but with more of a pop sound, whatever the fuck that means. Basically, this is MTV-format music. Govno.
Towa Tei. Saturday, May 19. Zheltoye More. 22.00
This is a Japanese musician. He used to play in a band called Dee-Lite. He’s been solo for four years now, and boy is his hand tired. Puts out albums that sound somethig like the Pizzicato Five. His last album was called “Last Century Modern,” and it was something like Japanese lounge music. He’ll be playing a 4-hour DJ set at Zheltoye More. He’ll have his own VJ with him, too. All of the hideous Moscow bohemian crowd will be there. You may choose to order a $100 plate of sushi.
The place inhabiting Moosehead’s former home is introducing a summer grill menu—for the summer, that is. Chefs Andreas (of Azteca fame) and Ruben are preparing some kind of mega-banquet. There’s a music festival to go along with the banquet, and it’s called Lemonade Milk in honor of some Muscovite who died recently after drinking anti-freeze that he tought was lemonade.