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Sunday, December 22nd, 2002

Left Of The Dial

So the Pitchfork Best of 2002 is up, and I may as well cash in my hipness chips cause my collection doesn’t represent too well… 6 out of 50. 7, if you include Sleater-Kinney’s One Beat, which I’ll be getting on Boxing Day. Granted, Pitchfork does make efforts to include offerings from genres I don’t listen top (hip-hop, hardcore, IDM), but still. 6 our of 50? I usually do a little better than that. I guess I can take solace that five of them are in the top 10. I am going to have to review their picks as well as go through the reviews in the new BTO to see if there’s anything I should be adding to my list for Boxing Week.

Oh yeah, Soundscapes’ sale is 15% off everything.

Last week I noticed a movie poster for Femme Fatale that declared director Brian De Palma as ‘Master Of The Erotic Thriller’. Excuse me? When did this happen? The Untouchables wasn’t terribly sexy. Scarface neither. Carrie, maybe, if that’s your particular kink. Carlito’s Way? Mission: Imposisble? Geez, talk about making up your own accolades. Here is the man’s complete ouvre – judge for yourself. And I’m sorry, unless you’ve directed at least a half-dozen Shannon Tweed films, you’re not even in the running for ‘Master Of The Erotic Thriller’.

np – Paul Westerberg / Stereo

By : Frank Yang at 9:05 pm
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