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It's about time the Natural History Museum's tit-makers started taking their cues from back issues of Cheri. That said, let's all pray to God they found a more recent source for the crotches. Comments/Enlarge | See all


I guess it’s OK to jauntily perch atop an old lady’s bike if you look like the French Dennis Wilson (I want that jacket). Comments/Enlarge | See all






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ARTICLES BY JEFF SOMETHING


THE NEW OLD STYLE

The Stills Make Everybody Else Look Shabby

The current fashion for white guitar rock bands with names that begin with 'The' is to ham up that jaded old garage rock thing with the bad leather jackets, wristbands, ironic t-shirts and shit hair. I hate them so much I've learned to spot them from a mile away and, when I do, I run the other direction. WAIT! The Stills aren't like that dude. Without even trying, the NYC-via Montreal four ...

LOST IN SPACE

When we first heard the incredible new album by this French duo called M83, we were all sat in the office in London and people started saying stuff like: "Wow it's like an ethereal electronic version of My Bloody Valentine" and "It's like the album Air should have made instead of that last piece of shit they did about the horse" and "this bit sounds like a Goblin soundtrack", "wow, you're right this is fucking amazing."...

YIKES

One of the worst things about the shitty new garage rock scene is how happy-go-lucky and howdy doody the bands always are.

I'll PUKE if I see another bunch of retro-blues-rocking cocks from America called something like The Detroit Von Bondie Brothers who say their main influences are Sly &...

THE GREATEST JOB ON EARTH

How to Get Rich in Fast Food

I thoroughly enjoyed working at McDonald's.

I was the manager of an English McDonald's for three years. My brother worked there too and the amount of laughs we had "on the floor" often approached pants-pissing levels. As well as serving customers with my penis hanging out, putting pubic hai...