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The hard-workin’ chord slinger hasn’t let up since then, and his latest 18-song album, Sex, saw independent release a month ago. The CD slipped past our radar, but e-mails pimping his new Web site didn’t—darlingtonsex.com is, without a doubt, the most self-indulgent tripe we’ve seen from local music in some time. (And for Dallas, that’s saying something!) Check out this unedited site intro, conveniently stuck below a photo of the man pouting like he’s about to cry:
“I am a solo artist. i do anything i want to, live how i want to, and i make my own rules. i make my own traditions and march to my own beat.” A few lines later: “i am living, breathing art and expression. i am unique. i’m a contradiction in terms. i break down all social barriers and walls.”
We must’ve missed the social commentary of Sex’s “Girls + Summer = Fun!” Still, that posturing alone isn’t what makes Darlington’s new site such a head-scratcher; after all, we’ve seen local artists bitch on MySpace plenty. No, it’s the “couture” section that cracks us up the most: A series of teenage girls show off panties with phrases like “PROPERTY OF DARLINGTON” and “SEX” written right on their butts. Not gross enough for ya? Visit the “used T-shirts” section where you can buy shirts that “were thrashed and worn by me on tour and thru life.” Only $6 each, tax and sweat not included.
On the bright side, Darlington has free MP3s on the site to quell your pop-punk jones—in case your copy of Green Day’s Kerplunk got scratched, anyway.