Abstract sketch comedy; some of the worst Sci Fi dreck from the 80s; and it's Ms. Jackson if you're nasty, all on offer Monday night in Seattle. more ›

Well, shit. This weekend has been kind of a bust for shows Seattlest was supposed to see. Friday night, we were supposed to go see Hillstomp at Conor Byrne. We thought we had seen them, and we thought they rocked our socks. Apparently, we saw Miss Mamie Lavona the Exotic Mulatta and Her White Boy Band. more ›

Laser Rocket Arms hates it when we call them "the new Husker Don't." more ›

There's been a lot of hype about this disc--Clarkson fired her management and pissed off Clive Davis in the process of making it--and you can bet pretty much every reviewer will mention that somewhere in their assessment. We're sheep, so we thought we'd open with that and get it out of the way. We'll be honest. Nobody's going to be giving Kelly Clarkson an award for being a great lyricist, so just get it out... more ›

Adios Lakisha. Did we call it, or what? more ›

Red Mill closed early one night last October so the staff could attend the Rolling Stones concert, and they’ll close early again on Super Sunday so the staff can watch the Stones’ halftime show (and the Seahawks). This was called to our attention by Red Mill’s recent the Panthers game), an amusingly awesome conflation of the Stones and Seahawks logos... more ›