Mike Usinger
Nine of Mike Usinger's top 5 desert island discs are by Ween. Despite popular opinion, he is kind to animals and small children, and spends at least three hours a day obssessing over one unanswerable question: "Why are there people like Frank?"
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It doesn’t matter if you’re single or in a relationship, the truth is that Valentine’s Day sucks equally for everyone.
Based on the evidence presented in “Loser of the Year”, the boys of Simple Plan have enjoyed a run that’s made rolling the dice on rock ’n’ roll the best decision of their lives.
Cobain claimed that her mother, from whom she is now estranged, rarely eats.
You can still smoke a bowl to its both cranked-up and chill
In Heaven, but the buzzed-about band is feeling restless.
Eleanor Friedberger isn’t one to duck a stupid question.
Even though he’s not spending weekends driving a Jaguar XJ-S to his mansion in the Welsh countryside, Neil Turner doesn’t come across as a man with many major regrets.
Feminine Endings (Independent)
Here’s sincere condolences if you weren’t there, because, as parties go, this one was a fucking rager.
Sometimes, despite one's best intentions, you end up accidentally going a little Sailor Jerry.
When Alabama Shakes started playing, no one was listening, but the band no longer has that problem.
We’re not only embracing the fact that winters around here are never going to be cold, we’re going to make them just a little hotter by catching every one of the following sizzling events.
If Minneapolis-based MC Dessa was interested in sugarcoating things, she’d describe the creation of Doomtree’s second and latest album as unrelentingly idyllic.
Remember how, back in the good old days, punk rockers were expected to be role models for misunderstood sociopaths.
Toward the end of a conversation that covers everything from the miracle of childbirth to the correct way to land a helicopter that’s in mechanical trouble, Kristian Dunn feels the need to make a small clarification on a minor point.
Proving that some artists aren’t exactly as depicted in the press, Trevor Powers sounds positively thrilled by life when he answers the phone in his hometown of Boise, Idaho.
Imagine having to screw Ron Jeremy for four hours instead of two.
Sadly, there’s no joy in following a band that’s just killed in front of a hometown crowd.
Holy jumped up Jesus, that’s one ugly baby.
Trust us: we’re not going to sit here and judge. After all, who among us hasn’t started off a new year with the grandest of intentions and then completely blown it by noon on January 1?
Someone has to finally come out and say it: as executive decisions go, what the hell were they thinking?
Festival to take place over two weekends for the first time.
Clearly lacking the nards to call a rat a rat, Bruins coach Claude Julien suggested Marchand did nothing wrong.
Diablo Cody involved in remake of Sam Raimi's cult classic.
New company will make “products and experiences that people want and can afford”.
The only place “Bullet” misses the mark as a country song is that it doesn’t dish enough back-story.
Our critics look back on the bright spots in 2011's musical landscape.
We’ll admit it: we’re having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this time around.
Director Steven Spielberg gives Tintin the kind of Hollywood entrance no fan will be disappointed with.
You force the music section to listen to Scott Weiland’s Christmas record, and we reward you with a Payback Time T-shirt and two tickets to a Live Nation club show of your choice taking place in Vancouver within the next four weeks. Here’s this week’s winning whine.
As a rule, with some admitted exceptions, I tend to like chicks better than dudes.
The Hawks' centre proves himself one of the indisputable assholes of the universe.
Stone Temple Toilet singer comes off as a less-talented Dean Martin, which is really saying something.
Devon Williams has been doing plenty of travelling this year, and not just in a cramped tour van.
If it offends you, you probably don’t see anything even remotely funny about the Farrelly Brothers.
Christmas comes early for LiLo-obsessed masturbators.
Axl Rose has noted he hates the sight of Slash's face—not to mention his hair and top hat.
Trust us: no matter how sincerely thrilled that person on your list might look when they open your present, no one wants white Fruit of the Looms for Christmas.
Jeffrey Lewis’s lyrics have drawn some high-profile admirers, but some people just don’t get them at all.
Justifiably proud as he is of Pterodactyl’s excellent third album,
Spills Out, singer-guitarist Joe Kremer isn’t going to pretend that the release is for everyone.
Two Birds, Both Stoned (Boat Dreams From the Hill)
Joyce Collingwood (Independent)
Chad Kroeger and company are obviously able to see the humour in being both the biggest, and arguably, the most hated band in the world.
If one steps back and thinks about things rationally, it’s really not their fault.
Former fashion designer Cindy Meehl learned a lot while making her surprisingly multilayered documentary on real-life horse whisperer Buck Brannaman.
What happens in Vegas doesn't, evidently, always stay in Vegas
Merrill Garbus doesn’t mind admitting that she’s being run off her feet these days, her life a disorienting blur of hotel rooms, long hauls in the tour van, endless interviews, and packed nightclubs.
As scary—actually, make that fucking terrifying—as they sound on record, the two women known as Myths couldn’t be more delightful in person.
No matter how much the writers of
South Park and
The Simpsons have offended you over the years, you have to admit they have a point: Canadians are boring as fuck.
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