After years of holding out as "refuseniks," the great Australian heavy metal band AC/DC has finally made their catalogue available through iTunes. "Sixteen studio albums, four live albums and three compilations, which have sold more than 150 million physical copies worldwide," as the BBC reports—a total of 778 songs. Now, if there was ever a band for which you did not need to buy 778 songs it is AC/DC. I love them with all my heart, but they are pretty clearly the band being referred to in the scene in Spinal Tap when a record review says, "The musical growth rate of this band cannot even be [...]
Apart from being terrifying and horrific, serial killers are oddly fascinating. Why do we find ourselves so obsessed over them? Is it just the fear and revulsion, or is something else at play? And it's not just us. Songwriters are often inspired by serial killers. Here are thirteen songs with extremely sinister origins.
"True, no single wavelength of light appears pink. Pink requires a mixture of red and purple light—colors from opposite ends of the visible spectrum. Easy enough to do, and no seeming threat to pink’s ontological status." —Scientific American's Michael Moyer decries "the absurd war on the color pink." I didn't even know there was such a war. But there apparently is. They're trying to do Cam'ron's favorite color like Pluto. There's no "p" in Roy G. Biv, say the haters. Some of them even say that pink should really be called "minus green."
"I was really scared when I first heard about these balls. It sounds like it could be really dangerous. But I don't think it will last long. They have tried everything to keep us from riding… but in the end we always win." —Twenty-seven-year-old "train surfer" Mulyanto, who rides on the roof of the overcrowded train from Bogor to Jakarta every day for work, on the Indonesian government's installation of large metal balls that hang from chains just above train-level at stations and track crossings. The balls are meant to stop the practice, which led to eleven accidental deaths last year. But, damn, it seems like those balls [...]