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I didn't want to do this. I wanted to let it go by and never speak of it again.

I just couldn't leave well enough alone. I had to review Chris Cornell's new album "Scream."

Now I'm the last guy who should be charged with the reviewing of an RnB album. My knowledge of R n B begins and ends with Motown, and that's about it. It's not something I get, not something I pretend to understand, not something that captivates my attention.

Since the first reviews have popped up, word has started to turn a bit negative on the UK horror/comedy romp "Lesbian Vampire Killers", but that hasn't stopped them from continuing to run a pretty slick promotional machine.

Only two words can describe the Busta Rhymes concert in my hometown on Friday. “Colossal disappointment.”

For starters, while perhaps what I expected it to be, the crowd was full of fake people. A lot of rakishly tilted hats with the stickers still on them. A lot of cologne. A lot of Yankees emblems on everything. A lot of suburban kids trying to reflect a lifestyle they’ve only read about. I kept getting looked at like no one had ever seen a guy in an Overkill shirt with a bullet belt before.