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Turkey, schmurkey. Throw out the last of the leftovers and get cozy with the King of All the Meats. That's right, I'm talking about a rib roast on a Wednesday night. (I made it last night, but was too busy writing about Britney's pooty that I just got to it today.)
Why the hell not, I sez to myself. That roast has been in the freezer for a while, so it's already bought and paid for. And with a strike looming tonight, it might have been the last dinner JQ had at home for who knows how long.
Sigh No More
Mumford & Sons: Sigh No More
Which Doobie you be? (***)
The Suburbs
Arcade Fire: The Suburbs
Epic, lavish, and deceptively precise. (****)
Broken Bells
Broken Bells: Broken Bells
James Mercer's peanut butter meets Danger Mouse's choxie. Delicious. (***)
Stuck On Nothing
Free Energy: Stuck On Nothing
Summer party Philly-style. (****)
How I Got Over
The Roots: How I Got Over
With Love,
Illadelphia (*****)
The Fame
Lady Gaga: The Fame
The next step in the the Madonna-Gwen Stefani evolution, because everybody loves a sexy blond kook. And Gaga's talent is legit. (****)
THE E.N.D. (Energy Never Dies)
Black Eyed Peas: THE E.N.D. (Energy Never Dies)
This is the record your kid makes you listen to a million times and only then do you realize it's got some decent tracks. "Imma Be" is a lot of fun. (***)
Manners
Passion Pit: Manners
(****)
