The Thermals: I can't fucking stop thinking about you!
Everything Thermals!The Thermals were coming! The Thermals were coming!!!! How can I bow down and textually worship this band more, to convey the depths of…
The First Official Review of Elephant
Considering the White Stripes' mad dash from indie obscurity to superstars du jour, it's no wonder it feels like they're stomping across America. And with…
Just Say No to Band Guys?
{Let Rachel Flotard of Visqueen take the sting out of your heart. Send your love advice questions her way at loveishard@threeimaginarygirls.com.} Dear Rachel,I just met a…
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, with Hint Hint and The Cripples
With 2003 only one-quarter finished, it may be too early for such a proclamation, but come December I'm certain that you'll still hear me testify…
Death Cab for Cutie
As many of you know, Liz and I have been obsessed with the notion of the "superfan" for quite some time, and have written near-volumes…
Open Hearts
Disclaimer: I have a slight proclivity for things Scandinavian. You may have noticed this already — I recently got a little, um, moist for (Norwegian)…
Kinski, with Comets on Fire and Earth
If you've ever been to a Kinski show, you know that they strive to expose all of their fans to the kind of music that…
These Arms Are Snakes
I'm not sure what's bothering These Arms Are Snakes, but whatever it is, we're all the better for it. These seem like angry young men…
The Riffbrokers
Holy freakin' cool industrial neighborhoods... do we ever adore Georgetown! And holy biscuits and vegetarian gravy... do we dig the Riffbrokers, the band to whom…
Rainer Maria
(Hey imaginary girls. Look, I'm fessing up right now. I didn't write this. But I promised you a review of the Rainer Maria show, and…