South Florida's lawless exotic rental car industry keeps rolling.
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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
When a rocker calls it quits due to group lethargy, it's not a bad thing, all things considered (one large consideration being the fact that band apathy typically stems from the band sucking). But when that same rocker decides his new forte will be rapping -- as in white rapping -- we must pause, ready our throats, and offer loud praise, if just for the sheer hubris exhibited, which is welcome in all areas except politics. Fortunately, Andrew of the excellently titled Rapatron manages to keep us cheering after the novelty wears off (which happens in exactly two minutes). He drops all the right electronic beats, he wears a beard, and he dresses like he's on his way to get a Mission burrito. Arcodot, the Flight Orchestra, Mt. Egypt, and linedotstar open at 9 p.m. at the Hotel Utah, 500 Fourth St. (at Bryant), S.F Admission is $6; call 546-6300 or visit www.thehotelutahsaloon.com.
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