You’ve been at Penn for a few weeks now, and you're finally back in the school-time groove. Unfortunately, you’re most likely grooving to the same old songs.
As part of a never-ending quest to deliver new music into the waiting hands of our readers, Street followed the noise all the way to Chicago last weekend for the first two days of the Pitchfork Music Festival.
The Mars Volta
Octahedron
Released June 23
After releasing last year’s thrashing, Ouija-inspired The Bedlam in Goliath, singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala vowed The Mars Volta’s next album would be its long-awaited acoustic record.
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Smaller than a stick of gum and serving the dual function of tie-clip and 4GB mp3 player, Apple’s new talking iPod Shuffle ($79) is both elegant and understated.