Read about our day previewing Halo3 with Lil Jon, Ying Yang Twins, Producer Ike Dirty, E-40, Lil Scrappy, DJ Toomp, Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, and other members of Atlanta’s finest at Complex.

last night. hey do you want to see a band tonight? sure, who’s playing? all the saints and the coathangers. yeah, i want to see both those bands! you want to see the coathangers? yeah, they’re getting a lot of internet love, and they have some good songs on their myspace page… dude. what? forget it. okay, what time is the show? all the saints come on at 12. coathangers probably at 1. cool, see you there. see you there.

feeeeeeeeeeeeeeedback, and then… all the saints play faithful sabbath meets nirvana, in sebagos, with a giant metal fleur de lis. they are loud, sludgy, and intense. they thank us for our energy, or something else appropriately self-depricating. the coathangers begin setting up. there are lots of people on stage. it’s kind of a party scene. they’re talking, hanging out, lookin’ cobrasnake. a tech guy walks around checking all the equipment, amps, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums. he appears to be showing the girls how each piece of equipment works. he twists a knob on the guitarist’s vintage mesa boogie amp. he tells her what level to keep it on, something like that. then he fixes the drums, talks to the giddy drummer, a female tommy lee with full-color tats running down both skinny arms. she’s talking, and laughing, and forgetting to light her cigarette. the keyboard player sits on a marshall stack, smiling. the roadie continues his tour of the stage. tightening, testing everything. they begin playing.

woah. people around us are wondering how many times they have played before an audience. or if perhaps this is their first time playing their instruments at all. it reminds us of high school bands. the familiar drum fills. barely three chords. the clunky bass. two poking notes from the keyboard. but slower. each one tries singing. adding a little something bratty to each song. are these the songs from the internet? there is a disconnect. as they play they smile and if one of them isn’t singing she is giggling. at one point the keyboard player laughs and looks embarrassed. she is giggling. the song ends. although the room is more than half-full, there is barely any clapping, a few cat calls, and at least 3 photographers taking pictures from all angles. another song. same deal. we decide the next song will be our last. the song is called nestle in my boobies. for this song the drummer becomes the bass player, the guitarist becomes the drummer, and the bassist becomes the singer. the song starts and there is no bass. the drummer, now the bassist, looks lost, nothing is coming out. the bassist who is now just singing turns around and stomps on a pedal. the bass can now be heard. the bassist and the drummer laugh. the keyboard player laughs. we try to think of other bands that this band sounds like, or is aspiring to sound like. we keep coming back to: it’s christmas day and le tigre, or luscious jackson, or the bangles, only 14 years old, rip open their presents to find shiny new instruments. a guitar, a bass, a drum kit and a keyboard. they begin playing their new instruments. this is what it sounds like. the parents smile. mom cleans up the wrapping paper, dad smokes his pipe. a dog runs through the scene.

we’re going downstairs. i’m coming. this was a slight disappointment. i know. let’s go downstairs. okay. did you notice that not many people were clapping? yes. did someone tell me chunklet likes this band? dunno. the songs on the web, they’re good songs. mmmmm. and everyone has to learn how to play at some point but… maybe that’s what rehearsal’s for? maybe. it wasn’t sloppy, necessarily, just amateurish. i don’t think i’ve ever seen a band that green on their instruments live before. it’s cute! they were laughing up there. it’s like they were playing rock and roll dress up. but this is what people thought about the strokes, right? right… the girls are really cute. yeah… still. still. they’re really cute. yes, they are really cute. and they’re having fun, right? right. they could get a lot better. yes, and they should. they will.

• http://www.myspace.com/allthesaints

• http://www.myspace.com/fuckthecoathangers

LOLSECRETZ!!!: What happens when you take a good idea and a retarded idea and mash them together. (via transbuddha )

• Isla Fisher has a new movie in the works. And she hot.

• Good girl (pffft) Lauren Conrad says she almost quit The Hills, but then realized that she would no longer be famous or be paid for doing absolutely nothing except living a shallow, worthless existence.

• Southland Tales trailer in beautacular 480p, 720p, or 1080p.

• Wainy Days: We’re a few episodes behind, but but we can’t stop watching episode 4, “Cyrano d’Bluetooth.”

• Daniel Clowes book angers Connecticut father who has never made one mistake in his entire life.

• Photographer and ex-model Mario Sorrenti photographed by model and ex -girlfriend Kate Moss.

• OMFUG: “Even his family did not know Hilly Kristal was wealthy.” Really? The whole global t-shirt thing didn’t give it away? No? Not at all? Huh.

• Interpol: If you can’t sell out The Garden, don’t book The Garden.

• Amy Lushhouse sticks to the playbook at the MOBO Awards.

• Rebrandesign: Everything is fashion about the new Tokion?

• Aline Nakashima: Japanese and Brazilian?! Is that even legal?

• Vh1’s Eye Candy: Mark Grambo relocated!

Anthony Bourdain: Let the distinguished judges’ comments on this episode be the final nail in the wrongheaded and now utterly discredited argument that The Rachel Casey has somehow been getting a free pass ‘cause of her looks.

This behind the scenes compilation by Digital Domain (the company that created the effects) reveals just how much CGI was used in Fight Club director David Fincher’s near-perfect Zodiac. Like plastic surgery, the best CG work should never be noticed. This movie is a modern classic. An owner, not a rental… Are you listening, Criterion? (via wells)

• Check out David Fincher’s commercial work.

• UPDATE: Zodiac, The Director’s Cut not as director’s cuty as we would like; It’s only five minutes longer than the theatrical release.

• Giant Drag :: “Wicked Game” (Chris Isaak cover, with intro story)

• Of course we’re going to link to the “Wicked Game” video!

Kids are everywhere! they’re so cute!!! Whatever. Fucking terrible lip-synching, if you ask us. Like Pavement “Stereo” level bad. How many toys does this brat have?

Ween go after Santana with typical reverent/irreverent abandon on “Woman and Man”, the first scorcher we’ve heard off La Cucaracha, the 9th proper studio LP, on sale 10/23 on Rounder Records. And at 10 minutes and 29 seconds, Dean & Gene show zero signs of slowing down in their middle age, thankfully. Can’t wait to hear this one live; we need a setlist shake-up bad. Ween is the only band with eleventy billion original songs from which to choose- yet they seem to come up with roughly the same setlist every night.

Face-melting 10 minute Woodstock-worthy guitar solos not your cup of chamomile shroom tea? Hmmmm. How about a clip of Heather Graham and Scarlett Chorvat making out, backstage? Thought so.

… Wait, you don’t even own the Friends EP? It’s only the greatest gay concept album, ever!!! And you call yourself a fan of recorded sound?! For shame!!! While you’re at it, might as well pick up Shinola, too.

Also, we’ve consulted The Big Book of Every Photograph Ever Taken, which includes all camera phone pictures taken and then mistakenly deleted, and we’ve come to the conclusion that this picture of Britney is the funniest picture ever taken. I scream, you scream, we all scream for a “habitual, frequent and continuous use of controlled substances and alcohol.” Sarah Silverman, you don’t know how right you were.

“She’s an old fashioned girl.” (and by “reportedly” they mean “bullshit.”)

This piece on Sean Young in the new Entertainment Weekly is in contention for article of the year. decade. century. era. recorded time. Read it and weep, if you can keep from laughing. A few buttery morsels to whet your appetite…

I was like, ‘Jimmy (Woods), look, these are normal feelings, if we feel this way in six months, we’ll revisit the concept.’ It was a crush being turned down, that’s all…. So sue me! And he did.

When you’re crying for the cable audience, it is just so lame.

I’m not Julia Roberts, and I could have been.