Was at a Justin Bieber concert the other day, and it seemed like a ’shit storm’ of tween angst. Tween girls and gheys are mad pissed at him for not taking out his peen, and letting every1 have a lil suckle. I think that’s why tween girls ‘get wet’ over tween idols, because they like to fantasize about their first sexual encounter (whether it is a Jonas Bros gang bang, or a 1-on-1 Miley Cyrus 1st lesbian sleepover). N e ways, a ‘disgrunted fan’ decided to throw a water bottle at him. Not sure what was in the water bottle, but will assume that it was ‘urine’, just to jazz up this story. Would be super boring if it was just Fiji / Nestle / Evian / Aquafina water.

From what we have researched, Alexander McQueen was a designer unlike any other designer, because he was innovative. Due to unknown reasons, the bro decided to end his life on his own terms. Alt celebs who have personal connections to the fashion world turned to twitter in order to mourn his death.
Did you see any alt celebs mourning/namedropping/reflecting upon Alexander McQueen?

Our favourite masters of noise HEALTH have come up with their own top 10 of 2009. Feast your eyes after the jump.

Urgh. I was supposed to post this list a few days ago. And then Man Flu overcame me, and I decided to spend my time in bed, producing much more mucus than I thought was humanly possible.
Bravely, I fought the nasal coleslaw, and here’s Part Two. Better late than never…
Spotted Dick: Week 1
With the invention of innovative, new technology comes the invention of innovative, classy little blog posts. One Ms. Lauren Evett has had the brilliant idea of creating a weekly spotify playlist on It’s Not For The Cock and calling it Spotted Dick! Best feature name ever?
A little bit behind the times on this one, and possibly redundant as a consequence, but a new Passion Pit track debuted on Pitchfork the other day. More importantly, it’s actually rather good.
Last we saw Mystery Jets, circa 2006 at Mercury Lounge, they were crusty youth who weren’t sure whether they wanted to be Dexy’s Midnight Runners or King Crimson. Fast forward two years and we’re at a mostly packed Bowery Ballroom and a lot has changed for the band. Gone is 50-something Henry Harrision, singer Blaine’s dad who played with the group and probably said thing’s like "That’s not how Rick Wakeman would’ve done it!’ at practice. With him went Mystery Jets proggy tendencies, replaced by soaring hooks and a love of Big ’80s pop.
Their look has changed too, an unfortunate sparkly fashion sense seemingly inspired by Blanche on Golden Girls, complete with Prom Pearls. But we all wore some regrettable things when we were 20, as evidenced by the very young crowd many of whom looked like they’d just come from Neverland. (The island, not Michael Jackson’s former ranch.) But I digress.
2008 was a shit year for music.
With the economy falling down around us, the music industry continued to crumble under the pressure of the internet…falling down, down, down and barely even pulling in a cent (or so they would like you to believe). Bands inspired by the few cash cows we have left aped and copied their way through records. Folks were led to believe that a band like Fleet Foxes made a better, more lasting impression with their record then say someone like Deerhunter did.
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