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Before I get into this awesome issue - and it is fucking awesome - there's a piece of rancid meat on our plates here in Philly. Music lovers should be concerned about it and it's set to be decided on this month.
We've detailed it in these pages with a special report, but, basically, this is what you need to know. Philadelphia City Council, under the guise of promoting safety, is attempting to fuck the city's music promoters and everyone else organizing get-togethers through Facebook and however else. Council has eased the bill some since original reporting and backed off their June 1st vote deadline.
Even if the Council goblins don't pass the bill, Philadelphia's residents need to know that enacting ridiculous standards against the arts industry such as these is more than a possibility in this city, it's an option.
On a more cheerful note, have you heard A Sunny Day in Glasgow? During the band's don't-call-it-a-homecoming show at Kung Fu Necktie back in April, they sat down with writer Alexandra Jones and spilled their guts. We gotta hand it to them. They're Philadelphians, they're original (seriously, they are, take a listen), they don't really have lyrics (that'll be explained) and they tour the world. Throw a tub of cookie dough ice cream into that mix, and there you go - the American dream.
You also gotta check out our pieces on Apples in Stereo, the Revere, Plants and Animals, the Supersuckers and plenty more. As for reviews, our critics have taken on all your supposed favorites (until Pitchfork tells you to something else is cool!) like the new MGMT, LCD Soundsystem, Carolina Chocolate Drops and, one of my personal favorites (though I'll let reviewer Denis O'Hanlon play the fascist on that one), Frog Eyes.
In spite of my better instincts, I've got Origivation veteran Izzy Cihak taking to the mound with his own personal column this month. Watch as he discusses Kate Nash, talking to girls as if they are Disney princesses (princi?) and the art of sport fucking. Expect more of that in the future. Izzy's column, that is, not sport fucking. Or, depending on your morals, um, sport fucking.
That's what we got for you in June. You'll laugh, you'll cry, but mostly, have fun out there, kid!
Randy LoBasso
Editor-in-chief
