I recently flew home from a fortnight exploring amusement parks in the Pacific time zone (insert obligatory joke about sore arms here) and I’ve returned with news of the latest fashion trend for style-conscious theme park fans. Here in humid Orlando, the sa
TOTAL PUNK TOTAL FUCK OFF WEEKEND
March 7-8 (full schedule on right) | Will’s Pub, 1042 N. Mills Ave., and Uncle Lou’s Entertainment Hall, 1016 N. Mills Ave. | willspub.org; floridasdying.com | $5-$31
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Colorado-based Noodles & Co. has opened their first Florida location in Lake Buena Vista. The fast-casual chain offers rice noodles, egg noodles, udon and various pastas, but flatbreads, soups and sandwiches also find their way onto the menu. Look for a sec
We’ve all heard this story before: An academic, hippie environmentalist moves into a middle-class suburban neighborhood where neighbors like their front yards tended and prefer their lawns to have conservative buzz cuts, just like their men. The new neighbo
Perhaps it's because it's the home of definitive label Fat Possum Records, but Oxford, Miss., is one rich, if seemingly unlikely, hotbed of national-level indie talent. And if Bass Drum of Death is that town's garage-punk poster boy, then this debut LP makes a whopping case for ILLLS to be the indie-rock mascot. Somewhere between Telekinesis and Surfer Blood, this sunny, fuzzy outing is noisy pop with big rock wings, a swooning union of power and perfect hooks. Between huge, soaring smashes like "Our Shadow," "Out," "Colleen" and "Sitting Around," it goes big and stays big throughout. It's a well-stocked and lavishly styled record that's lush in texture, melody and romance. And it's one dazzlingly realized debut.