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Status: Single
City: Nigeria Beach
State: Pepsi Floating Fortress
Country: NF
Signup Date: 6/19/2006
Wednesday, March 12, 2008 

Current mood:Heavy

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Last night I got to see Mas Y Mas play at The Boot in Norfolk. Wow. What an eye-opener. Compared to the scratchy, low-fi songs I'd heard on MySpace and on the "Boot Cuts" compilation, the sound was loud, tough and cohesive. It packed a punk-rock wallop I hadn't expected but was happy to hear. Playing as a trio, the band stomped through songs on an untitled CD I picked up after the set. I'm thinking of it as the "Pepsi" CD because the artwork makes a connection and there's a song on it that refers to the New Generation's fizzy drink of choice. Mas Y Mas played other tunes as well. "We're all about raising awareness," the singer and guitarist said, then introduced a song called "You Should Have That Looked At."
Anyway, I was knocked out by the band's weird energy and I can't wait to see them again. Fortunately, they're coming back to The Boot March 14. If you're brave enough, take a peek at the strange world of Mas Y Mas ______.

The Daily Tar Heel (Carolina, North)
Next up, Baltimore's Mas y Mas busted out a set that was alive with insolent punk rebellion. Playing intensely short and fast stripped-down punk, the band delivered a propulsive batch of entertainment.
A short set filled with short hard hitting songs, Mas y Mas's performance wiped any disappointment the audience may have felt after ______.

Slate
This poem is glutted with obscure words that have been used for the sake of dressing up the banal, unexceptional ruling idea that is the poem's central theme, that nature contains its own kinds of dissonances and violence , and his result is nothing less than an ugly tract housing with a front yard full of garden gnomes and enamel deers, large Mexican planter pots and Christmas lights remaining on the front door months after the Holidays. Nothing distracts from the quarrelsome inanity of this poem, and adding to it's lexicon only makes the condition worse.It might have have helped if these words were used musically, but that didn't happen--it's as if Barents had three contrasting "formalist" approaches in mind when he composed this, and hadn't the heart to make this expression a purer example of a given style and habit of thinking.

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