Here's a selection of the best of last week's music blogging from around the Village Voice chain:
Before there was rock opera, there was real opera and this review of Mozart's The Magic Flute is a fine reminder that there was some pretty kick ass music around in the days of yore.
In an atmosphere "acrid ... pungent with weed smoke, sweat, damp denim and dirty hair" this review gets totally fucking metal.
Step in the wayback machine and visit Biz Markie during hip-hop's golden era.
What exactly is a "musical drummer"? Find out in this slice of music history about Smokey Johnson, a very "musical drummer."
A packed house and a few power chords are all it takes to get the Foo Fighters running in this live review.
A long and loving look back at The Show a mid-90s hip-hop documentary that captures a seminal moment in the rise of hip-hop to cultural supremacy.
If you love all things overly cutesy and precious, get stoked, because some twee-centric Brit label is giving away their twee for free, as in lots and lots of free music. Hell, even if you think twee pop is way too, well, twee, it is free. And if that doesn't fill the hole, click here for more free twee, in the form of a bunch of weird covers by twee-masters Belle and Sebastian.
More time travels, with a look back at the caustic, experimental punk of Lubricated Goat. As an aside, Lubricated Goat has to be one of the best/worst band names ever.
Some surprisingly deep thoughts on the decline and fall of pop icon Britney Spears. -- Cory Casciato