Several drum 'n' bass lovers have noticed an interloper among their ranks: It seems one Eddie Vedder, and the Chemical Brothers, were checkin' out the Baltic Room's popular Tuesday drum 'n' bass night after the Chem's set at the Paramount. This bit of news might prove very irritating to the stilted Brit guy who called a few weeks back to ask that I please not waste precious gossip space on Ed Ved, while wasting my precious voice-mail space by going on and on -- in a very goatee-stroking, long-drag-on-the-cigarette-taking manner -- about how no one cares about Pearl Jam and how they haven't had a hit since Versus came out. Whaddya think, we're crawlin' with "real" rock stars around here? It's tour season, dammit! Besides, I've got four further irritating words for you, old chap: "Last Kiss" -- Top Five.

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Speaking of Brits, Everett True dropped a line just the other day from Melbourne, Australia, where he's living the vida no-loca -- occasionally venturing out to show off his unmatchable karaoke chops with the likes of Cerys from Catatonia, with whom he duetted on some showtunes and Beatles songs. In other long-lost Stranger personality news, Vic Carbone wrote from New York City to say that he'd just seen Shannon from the Cows' new band, the Heroin Sheiks -- get it, heroin chic? -- and he says, "They fuggin' ruled! Man, that kid can dance -- he's got the most fucked-up moves -- I told him I liked the show while chatting backstage, and he said the greatest line! 'I just go where the fire takes me.'" As for the rest of the band, Vic says they were a bunch of inbred-looking freaks who were heavy as shit and scared the pants off the audience. And that was a seasoned COWS audience! In NYC, the rock opportunities are endless, it would seem. The night before our sadly departed Mr. Carbone saw the Heroin Sheiks, he was treated to an acoustic Melvins show -- and to use a phrase often exclaimed by Everett, "I can't get my head 'round that, mate!"

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More Big and Loud: Tad is back in action! The big man's new band is called Hog Molly -- quite nice -- and has been playing clubs pretty regularly since their debut at the Breakroom, where Tad showed up lookin' snazzy in a new, shorter, slicked-back hairdo. And he blew out his amp almost immediately, because he was so dang loud! Good boy. However, Hog Molly was not the band that left the lasting impression that night: The Weaklings came up from Portland and damn near wrecked the place, their singer breaking about 10 bottles over the drum kit before smashing a glass pitcher and then dragging it across his forehead -- splitting it open -- then down his chest, finally slicing his finger open and draining blood all over the club for the rest of the night. Judging from the mess of scars across his chest, El Smart Guy pulls this shit all the time. The Weaklings will return to the Breakroom on August 28, so all you bloodlusters with an itch to see something in the Candysnatchers er, vein, take note.

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Here's a riddle: What did the number 0 say to the number 8? Nice belt! Here's another riddle: What do you get when you combine rock stars and fancy grub? Stay tuned and I'll soon reveal the tasty answer....