On the east coast, we're late. In Hawaii, we have hours of drinking time left.

So this is, the third or fourth time in a row, right under the friggin' wire.

But where you gonna get reviews of bands that missed the zeitgeist, supernova-ed on their debut, or got ignored in their homeland? What about a 33-year-old disk that kids are just discovering thanks to Wes Anderson's worst film? That's a unique happenstance, and should be awarded with decent approval and subtle nods.

There's also a review of a film that my friend Derek loves. I hate it, but I hope he doesn't hate me, 'cause I don't hate him. (Happy Birthday, Derek.)

2005-08-31