Subjected to the light of day, Sarah Palin doesn't look like a maverick at all.
Exposing a construction-site scam only a San Francisco cop could love.
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Sloppy U.S. government paperwork is putting the lives of asylum seekers at risk.
Unlike some rarities collections, which serve as a dumping ground for inferior material and cater only to hardcore fans, Accumulation: None could convey Smog's unique appeal even to the uninitiated. Its sparse but biting instrumentation, heavy on delicate piano and maudlin organ, sets the beautifully meager mood for near-whispered pronouncements such as There's a hunger in my hands/I try to rub it in your body/But I don't believe in this/I don't believe in you. Less suicidal tracks remain striking, showcasing a weepy country twang and heavyhearted vocal crescendos. Though Accumulation: None has its weak moments, including a bizarre nod to Sir Mix a Lot's "Baby Got Back," it capably serves as a helpful sampler for novices and a dramatic encore for devotees.