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Arts & Entertainment Spring Break results in column catharsis For all intents and purposes, Spring Break started yesterday. My attitude during the week be fore Spring Break always tends to be: “Hell, I get next week off so 1 may as well put off everything I have to do this week until next week.” I'm going to kick back for the rest of this week and wait until the end of Spring Break to suffer the conse quences of my immature procrastina tion. In keeping with this lethargic spirit, I’m going to put very little effort into this column. I’m just going to sit back and let the words flow. Some of it will appear disjointed and nonsensical, but just go with it. I’ll clear my brain of all the stuff that concerns me so that I can be totally purged when my vaca tion starts in earnest next Monday. Call it column catharsis ... •Teen geek Corey Feldman was ar rested last week for possession of heroin and cocaine. What a /.cro. It’s time this loser figured out just what a no-talent he is. Maybe a few weeks in jail with a guy named Thag will clear his pampered little ego right up. • I hope the immature 18- to 20-year old voters in and around Kearney throw State Sen. Lorraine Langford out on her butt during the next elec tions. If so, we would be assured that they definitely can make sound deci sions. I think the only person whose feelings have been hurt in this whole affair is the mcga-dcfcnsivc senator herself. And before she dismisses my commentary as the ramblings of an immature college student, let me say that I’m 22 and much more mature than my 20-ycar-old colleagues. You’ll have to find some other backward scheme to invalidate my opinion, senator. •1 saw a commercial Monday that started something like this: “If you have a bathroom used by men and boys, you need new Lysol handi wipes.” Either women don’t use bath rooms or this commercial is a vicious sexist attack on my bathroom habits and hygiene. I suppose, I’m getting used to this. All commercials for house Jim Hanna hold cleaning products are based on the premise that men arc sloppy pigs who never do housework. I’m sure many of you arc giggling smugly to yourself “Yep, they arc, because it’s true.” I assert that no matter how “true” it is, it’s still rude and sexist. Just for that, I’m boycotting Lysol handi-wipes, and I encourage all of you who despise prejudicial generali zations to do the same. Yeah! I finally have a cause. •Does it bother anyone else that every comer of the Nebraska Union smells like char-broiled hamburger? •Green beer is unnatural. It looks like foamy toxic waste. Still, I’d like to sec colored beers in honor of other holidays as well. Pink for Valentine’s Day, orange for Halloween, brown for Groundhog’s Day and bile yellow in honor of all the puking done on New Year’s Day. •I’m getting worried. There hasn’t been a juicy Elvis sighting lor more than a year. 1 hope that interest in Elvis isn’t starting to wane. We must continue to pay homage to King o! sequined fat. If we forget about the horrors of the Vegas Elvis, we may sec the rise of another sweaty, washed up, drug-chomping, rock and roll legend. Remember, those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. •Will “The Simpsons” ever get old? God, I hope not. •Burned-out. Drained. Wasted. Fed up. Spent. Cashed. Tired. Washed up. Bankrupt. Trashed. Done in. These are all descriptions of the psychologi cal state that inspires Spring Break in the first place. I’m not sure I under stand the basis of such a break to begin with. There’s no real reason why colleges and universities should dump a week of classes so their stu dents can gel tan and drunk. Not that I’m arguing with it, mind you --1 just don’t get its origins. In any event, I don’t want to understand it, I just want to enjoy it. And 1 encourage all of you to do the same. Live it up (or down) for a week. Think nothing of this place. Enjoy a lavishly hedonis tic excursion from reality and explore any dimensions of your spirituality, personality, sexuality, sensibility and viability. Look at Spring Break as your last chance of the year to prove Sen. Langford right. My guess is she’s just bitter she can’t go to playland with us. We must all live for pleasure with prudent restrictions, it is no accident that Spring Break follows National Orgasm Week. Sec you in April. Hanna is a senior theater major and Daily Nebraskan Arts & Kntertainment columnist and staff reporter. Band's annoying drumline drowns out vocalist's refreshingly emotional voice By Michael Deeds Senior Editor A little while after national act Thin White Rope finished at Duffy’s Tavern, 14120Sl.,an MTV video by the band appeared on the bar televi sion. The video was more interesting than the live act had been. Thin White Rope brought their Davis desert-style sound to Duffy’s in a swirling mixture of guitar jams and eclectic vocals. Thin White Rope largely depends on Guy Kyser, the vocalisl/songwritcr who offers a gravely, unique voice. However, a smashing snare drum combined with a low vocal volume made lor a rather unimpressive night of tunes from the surreal gloomstcrs. It’s lough to enjoy Kyscr when he can’t be heard. Thin White Rope played an ex tremely short 45-minute set of songs primarily from “Sack Full of Sil ver,” the band’s recent Fronticr/RC A release. Kyser, who grew up in the middle of the Mojave Desert, still managed to conjure up melodic landscapes of Earth and sky while the bass lines and annoying drums came through. It is refreshing to sec a man with such an oddly emotional voice front ing an alternative band. These days, almost everyone thinks they can sing, as Lincoln’s own Red Max proved earlier in the evening. Thin White Rope concentrates on brooding and building tension at the same time. This they succeeded in pulling off, thanks to Kyscr. The small Duffy’s crowd sat and watched throughout the show, an exception to the more energetic bands that have come through Lincoln lately. Opening act Red Max’s speedy, hardcore/grungc sound was hampered by lousy vocals, though a chain saw at the end of the show at least gave them a bonus point for theatrics. Next time they should use it on Thin White Rope’s sound man. The Jesus and Mary Chain capture whirlwind of sounds on ‘Automatic’ Brian Meves Staff Reporter The Jesus and Mary Chain “Automatic” Warner Bros. Listening to ‘‘Automatic” is like flying a plane on autopilot. “Automatic” is the fourth album from the Scottish distortion group The Jesus and Mary Chain. The driving forces behind The Jesus and Mary Chain are William and Jim Reid. These brothers have been pro viding the guitar feedback-drenched sound behind The Jesus and Mary Chain for almost six years now. And by no means have their gui tars cooled down one bit. On “Auto matic” their guitars grind harder than ever, with enough feedback to cause a serious headache. It really makes one wonder how these guys can create this awesome, distinctive sound with out overdosing on aspirin. But there is a certain aura that surrounds The Jesus and Mary Chain. Not only will they blow brains away with their intense distortion, but they will capture what is left of the ears with their very understandable vo cals. Their uniqueness and appeal defi nitely lie in their feedback sound. If the guitar feedback was taken away and replaced with a semi-soft guitar sound, The Jesus and Mary Chain would fall into a giant vortex of Brit ish mediocrity. Thank God for feedback. Even though fuzzy guitars and vocals dominate the entire album, a soft bass line and electronic drums mesh in to create the whirlwind of music. It is the kind of sound their fans have come to love since their 1985 debut album “Psychocandy.” After “Psychocandy” they were deemed as ‘ ‘one of the most provoca tive and controversial bands in the modem, musical spectrum.” This statement still is very true. One disappointment, however, with “Automatic” is the similarity among some of the songs. The songs blend well together, but sometimes it is hard to tell where a new song begins and the last one ends. Even though the sound is monotonous at limes, it really doesn’t matter because the sound See CHAIN on 7 Courtesy of A&M Del Amitri mixes rock with twist of alternative By Robert Richardson Staff Reporter del Amitri *'‘Waking Hours” A&M There is a certain feeling a per son gets stepping on a thorn. The pain is sharp at first, but as time wears on the pain becomes dull so it hardly is noticed. Welcome to the world of del Amitri. Right now, the band’s sound is so middle-of-the-road it’s scary. What is even scarier is that its sound really is kind of refreshing. With all the alternative bands scram bling for their own “off the wall” sound, it is nice to find a band that Just plays music. Of course, del Amitri does more than just play music, but it is the strong point of the band. The band has a tight, clear sound kind of like good rock and roll with a twist of alternative - not the other way around. Take the Hooters with their fruity style of acoustic sound, mix in infamous R.E.M. with their “al ternative holier than thou” atti tude, add Bryan Adams just for substance and the result is del Arnitri. Soe WAKING on 7