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So I went to the Toronto Comic Art Festival this past weekend.  One of the guests was Kagan Mcleod.  Dude does a wicked comic called 'Infinite Kung Fu' as well as amazingly beautiful pieces for the National Post.  He's also getting well known in rap circles for his ‘History of Rap’ poster.  I purchased the first incarnation in 2003 which had about 80 heads.  The newest version has over 200, but on both sheets, the female rappers are few and far between.  As someone who pays attention to the girlie rappers, I found the whole thing a little disheartening.  There are scads of awes

I am possibly the biggest Mark Ronson fan at CJLO, in Montreal and maybe in Quebec.  I admire his production, his albums and his own radio show has been influential on me this year.  His playlists are practically musical treasure maps.  One night while listening to his show, he mentioned a group and played one of their tracks.  Being a disciple, I paid attention to the group name and the track.  Months later, the "Girls & Weather" arrived at the station and it is fitting that I get to review The Rumble Strips' debut CD.

With three previous studio albums already under their belts, Australian death metal giants Psycroptic released their fourth this year on Nuclear Blast Records to a fan base that had a pretty good idea of what to expect from them: extremely high caliber musicianship and a certain captivating energy that set the band apart from many of their less dynamic contemporaries.

“Hey, let’s do our Top Ten lists and post them on the website”. You figure that would be enough to send everyone scurrying to their keyboards and add to the avalanche of year-end lists that are fail-safe crowd favourites, if not the mark of lazy writing. So what happens when we’re too lazy to even do that? Well lure them with free alcohol.