Forgot a little cultured reviewing for you; you know you've made it when The New Yorker mentions your work. On The Rapture: "The work of this quartet from New York, which borrows liberally from Public Image Ltd., Gang of Four, and the Cure, is so close to the danceable post-punk of the early eighties that it borders of parody. The group's latest album, "Echoes", recalls sweaty nights at the Mudd Club during the waning days of the Carter Administration. On BRMC: "Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, which swaps dance grooves for post-punk's darker, grittier side, opens the evening." On The Polyphonic Spree: "Led by the former Tripping Daisy singer Tim DeLaughter, the Spree is a twenty-plus-member outfit from Austin that favors relentlessly positive harmonizing and long white robes. On The Sleepy Jackson: "The Sleepy Jackson, the brainchild of the Australian musician Luke Steele, serves up a diverse cross section of pop. Everything from lush strings to country-inflected vocals shows up on the band's album "Lovers". And finally, on the man who inspired LARS to begin with, the man who I forgot to mention is playing a sold out show at MADISON SQUARE GARDEN tonight, VAN MORRISON: "The Caledonian soul man's latest album 'What's Wrong With This Picture?', is his first for Blue Note and one of his strongest collections in years." LARS adds, "The man, the myth, the legend, and the only rock star who can pull off leaving a grunge-y Brit-pop group and then bringing together a bunch of jazz musicians to jam, thus producing one of the finest albums of the 20th century, Astral Weeks." I ain't nothing but a stranger in this world-S.