Because the Constitution has more to say about ownership than beauty, The Mars Volta are entirely within their rights as Americans to call an album "Amputechture." No-one can stop them. Not even you.
The Justin Timberland Blues Explosion is bringing sexy back. Or they are maybe bringing back the beats Nelly Furtado didn't use. They might want to bring back the boy everyone fell in love with. Don't we like Justin sweet and little unsure of himself? Does he really want to go for an oily pec-off with Usher?
When—and where—rock, pop and dance were all the same thing. (Andrew Klimek wrote to let us know these CDs are also available from Dusty Groove.)
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