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Upper Extremities #11: Baby's First Agalloch Show

Chris Stamm's Weekly Punk Column Goes Metal

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It was a dark and stormy night. Not so much stormy as drizzly, come to think of it. But it was dark. Definitely dark. Not surprising, considering it was nighttime, but still: dark and kinda damp! Date: October 8, 2011.
Place: El Corazon, Seattle’s version of Portland’s dearly departed Satyricon. Do you miss Satyricon’s inconvenient pole and pillar placement? Its seven band bills? The w...   More
 
Thursday, October 13, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

Upper Extremities #10: Explosion at the Know

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Upper Extremities #10: Explosion At The Know

I’ll be brief: There is an amazing show happening at The Know tonigt. The four bands playing—Amarok, Protestant, Raw Nerves and Squalora—all have new records out. I review them below. Spoiler alert: I love them all. This is a can’t-miss affair, folks. Be there. Buy these records while you’re at it. I’d give you a money back guara...   More
 
Wednesday, October 5, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

Upper Extremities #9: Endless, Shameless (The Nirvana Issue)

Chris Stamm's Weekly Punk Column Sells Out

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Attempting to find an untrampled path into the center of the ever-expanding celebration of Nevermind’s 20th anniversary, I perused my terribly old-seeming record collection in search of a better album released in 1991, a record against which Nevermind would seem limp and wan, something to use as a shield in my contrarian battle against Nirvana nostalgia. I found two albums from that year that ...   More
 
Thursday, September 29, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

Upper Extremities #8: A Casual Encounter with Something Fierce (Q&A)

Chris Stamm's weekly punk rock column gets chatty.

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Upper Extremities #8: A Casual Encounter With Something Fierce It was only three weeks ago that I slobbered all over Something Fierce and its masterful Don’t Be So Cruel in my special corner of the internet, and I heaped still more praise upon Houston’s pop-punk geniuses in    More
 
Thursday, September 22, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

Easy A’s

Brad Pitt goes yard in Moneyball.


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As of this writing, the Oakland Athletics (full disclosure: my Oakland Athletics), who have not posted a winning season since 2006, are 18 games out of first place in the American League West, a div   More
 
Wednesday, September 21, 2011 CHRIS STAMM

World on a Wire

Fassbinder's mind-bender.


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The great German dervish Rainer Werner Fassbinder, still only 27 years old and already fairly deep into a frantic career of unceasing productivity—he seemed to know he would die young—dipped his   More
 
Wednesday, September 21, 2011 CHRIS STAMM

Upper Extremities #7: Musicfest Dregs

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Upper Extremities is a weekly punk rock column by Chris Stamm
Nearly every mote constituting my being was devoted to Musicfest NW since last week’s column, which itself was devoted to Musicfest NW. I’m afraid I had very little time to experience anything—musical or otherwise—that did not involve my Heineken-sponsored wristband. So here I am, landing a few more left hooks into the rotted...   More
 
Wednesday, September 14, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

TBA Diary: Whispering Pines 10

Shana Moulton and Nick Hallet, Whispering Pines 10

I caught a few episodes of Whispering Pines, multimedia wrangler Shana Moulton’s deranged New Age soap, when the artist visited Portland for 2008’s PDX Film Festival, so I knew what to expect, more or less, fr...   More
 
Monday, September 12, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

Upper Extremities #6: Musicfest Fisticuffs

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A weekly punk rock column by Chris Stamm I’ve spent an unhealthy amount of time in the last couple of weeks plotting my Musicfest itinerary. Trust that I feel about as pathetic as you’d like me to feel. Be that as it may, the intense(ly misused) mental energy expended on resolving scheduling conflicts did lead me to a few possibly meaningful thoughts about this year’s festivities. Perhaps m...   More
 
Wednesday, September 7, 2011 by CHRIS STAMM

The Last Circus

Send in the mutilated clowns.


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Alex de la Iglesia’s glossy grindhouse lark, The Last Circus, opens with a nasty, over-the-big-top bloodbath. We’re in Spain. It’s 1937. Franco’s on the rise. A newly conscripted Republican    More
 
Wednesday, September 7, 2011 CHRIS STAMM
 

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