This letter is in response to Nathan Dixon’s April 2 column, “Green Debates.”
Are those hideous recycling bins on campus really necessary? I realize we’re “going green,” and I’m fine with recycling, but must they be covered in hippy
This is a response to Chase Cooper’s position in the recent conversation on climate change in the IDS (“Global warming or misinforming,” April 16). You’ll have to forgive me if I find the logic
Cheryl Thomas’ article “Confused? Me Too” (IDS, April 8) decrying the Beaties’ decision for
In Robert Granger’s column on April 11 (“Politics, never right”), he makes a well-reasoned point that there
John McCain hangs his presidential hopes on a remarkable act of courage. Americans love a war hero. McCain might even
According to a recent report published by the Every Child Matters Education Fund, in 2006, 7.8 percent of Indiana children were not covered by health insurance at any time.
A group of students is selling Mother’s Day cards to benefit the Middle Way House Rape Crisis Center as part of a group project for the IU course, Principles of Public Relations.
Listen to this week's episode to hear IDS sports editors Matt Dollinger and Lee Hurwitz interview IU football coach Bill Lynch. PODCAST: That's What He Said
Ike Reilly, respected in indie rock circles and unknown elsewhere, has released an album of unreleased material. His Dylanesque lyrics buttress a sound that spans the gamut from garage rock to folk blues, and despite its wide smattering of his work, Hit Parade provides another access point into a great career.
Leona Lewis won a British talent show. Apparently, Britain needs better talent. Her album Spirit sounds every bit as ridiculous and nauseating as anything else a teenage girl would listen to. It’s amazing that the record industry still puts out complete pre-packaged shit like this album, yet millions still eat it up like candy.
Tapes ’n Tapes hits the sophomore slump after its excellent debut, The Loon, with a more straightforward sound and little sonic experimentation. The brashness and scrappiness has been replaced by complacency. Despite fat bass-lines, catchy guitar riffs, playful drums and dabs of psychedelia, Walk It Off can’t disguise its true weakness: bad songs.
Attack is nothing more than your typical run-of-the-mill metal album, which of course means that it’s downright awful. There are tons of chugging guitar solos that go on far too long, shrieking vocals and handfuls of lyrics about doom and gloom. Anyone with ears who doesn’t still wear their Anthrax T-shirt should probably avoid this.
Following the pattern of recent years, “The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep” is more of the same cutesy children’s-book-adaptation fodder that we’ve come to expect from Hollywood.
Blueprint might be the hardest working fixture of underground hip-hop. After nearly a decade in the rap game, it’s way past due for the Columbus, Ohio, rapper/producer to make a Clipse-like crossover from the darling of hip-hop heads to powerhouse indie outfit.
White Hinterland’s debut album is a modern girl’s answer to nerd rock.
I wouldn’t be surprised if The Epochs, with their blend of catchy lyrics, pop melodies and electronic hooks find a welcoming niche in the consumerist, profit-driven music world.
San Francisco-based indie duo The Dodos will bring their music to Dunn Meadow on April 19 for WIUX’s Culture Shock. So what you’re probably wondering is: What do they sound like?
When explaining music to others, I have always found it difficult trying to decide how to define a band that’s just a few degrees left of normal. Mahjongg has not made this task any easier.
It used to be that if a viewer wanted to see a gritty police story, they’d turn to the silver screen.
