Happy Tuesday, Chaos Army!

Well, we survived Monday. Technically.

The heat is still doing its best impression of a giant hair dryer pointed directly at Arkansas, the storms are threatening to show up whenever they damn well please, and somewhere out there I'm pretty sure Mother Nature is just laughing at us.

But I've got good news: we're bringing back the 2000s.

And no, I don't mean the low-rise jeans. Nobody needs that kind of trauma.

Myspace is apparently making a comeback. MYSPACE. The website where your profile was basically your own tiny corner of the internet, you could customize the hell out of it, choose your Top 8 friends, and make absolutely sure everyone knew what song was playing when they landed on your page.

The current owners have announced plans to relaunch the platform with a new vision, pushing back against the algorithm-heavy, endless-scroll social media experience we've all somehow accepted as normal.

So naturally, this raises an important question:

Are we ready to go back?

Because if Myspace comes back, I need to know whether we're also getting our glittery profile backgrounds, obnoxious autoplay music, and the emotional devastation of discovering you've been removed from someone's Top 8.

Today's newsletter is bringing you some nostalgia, some rock royalty, and a little bit of international weirdness.

Basically, business as usual around here.

Today's Women Who Rock is about a Manson—but not that Manson.

We're talking about Shirley Manson, the unmistakable voice and frontwoman of Garbage, and honestly, calling her a triple threat almost feels like underselling the résumé.

Manson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, and before Garbage she was part of the band Angelfish. Her path to Garbage wasn't exactly a straight line, either. Producer and musician Steve Marker discovered Angelfish, which eventually brought Manson into the orbit of Marker, Duke Erikson, and producer/drummer Butch Vig. After an initially unsuccessful audition, Manson came back for another shot—and this time, the chemistry clicked. She became the frontwoman of Garbage and helped turn the band's self-titled 1995 debut into a massive success.

And if you were anywhere near a radio in the '90s, you already know what happened next.

“Stupid Girl.”

“Only Happy When It Rains.”

Garbage became one of those bands that didn't really fit neatly into one box. Rock, alternative, electronic textures, pop hooks, industrial edges—it was all getting thrown into the blender, and somehow Shirley's voice was the thing holding the whole beautiful mess together.

But music wasn't the only lane Manson explored.

She moved into acting, most notably playing Catherine Weaver on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, where she got to play a corporate CEO who turned out to be something considerably more complicated than your average executive. She also appeared in the film Knife Fight and took on other screen projects throughout her career.

And then there's the podcasting side.

From 2019 to 2021, Manson hosted The Jump with Shirley Manson, an interview podcast where she talked with musicians about the songs and moments that changed the direction of their careers. The show ran for three seasons and 28 episodes, giving Manson another way to explore music—not just as the person performing it, but as someone genuinely interested in the stories behind the artists and the decisions that shaped them.

That's what makes Shirley Manson such a great Women Who Rock pick.

She's a vocalist, songwriter, performer, actress, interviewer, producer, and cultural force who never seemed particularly interested in staying inside one little box.

And Garbage?

They're still Garbage. The band released Let All That We Imagine Be the Light in 2025, proving that this wasn't just a '90s nostalgia act that happened to survive.

Shirley Manson didn't just have a moment.

She built a career.

Alright, Chaos Army. Today's question is one for the people who remember when the internet wasn't trying to sell us something every three seconds:

Would you rather have AIM or Myspace come back?

Because apparently Myspace has decided it isn't dead yet.

The current owners are planning another relaunch of the iconic social network, nearly two decades after it lost its crown to Facebook and the rest of the social-media machine. The goal this time is reportedly to create something that feels different from today's algorithm-driven, endless-scroll platforms.

And honestly?

I'm not mad about it.

Myspace was chaotic, customizable, musical, and weird. You could decorate your page like a teenager had been given access to Photoshop and absolutely no adult supervision. You had your Top 8. You had profile songs. You had glitter graphics. You had layouts that could make your computer fan sound like it was preparing for liftoff.

And then there was AIM.

Away messages.

Buddy lists.

Screen names that somehow seemed like a fantastic idea at the time.

The little door opening and closing when somebody signed on.

And the sheer panic when the person you were absolutely trying to avoid suddenly appeared online.

So let's settle it:

AIM comes back, or Myspace comes back?

And if you choose Myspace, be honest...

Are you putting Tom back in your Top 8?

Okay, Chaos Army...

I have questions.

A whole bunch of questions.

Because apparently someone in Salzburg decided they needed 210 tiny Mozart statues badly enough to steal them.

For Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's 270th birthday, the Mozarteum Foundation put 320 gold-colored polymer statues of Mozart around his hometown of Salzburg. The statues, designed by German conceptual artist Ottmar Hörl, showed Mozart standing alongside his dog, Pimperl. They were roughly 50 centimeters tall and were supposed to be part of an anniversary exhibition.

Then the Mozarts started disappearing.

Within two weeks, more than 80 were gone.

By Wednesday, 210 of the 320 statues were missing.

And before you start imagining some mastermind hauling a golden Mozart army into a getaway van, there's an important detail: the artist intended to sell the statues for around €100 each after the exhibition.

So whoever stole 210 of them didn't exactly walk away with the keys to the Mozart fortune.

The artist believes it wasn't random visitors casually pocketing tiny composers, either. He described it as an organized theft.

Which means somewhere out there, apparently, there may be a very organized group of people sitting in a warehouse surrounded by approximately 210 tiny golden Mozarts.

I don't know what their endgame is.

I don't know who is running this operation.

I don't know why.

But I have one request:

If you know anything about the Mozart Heist, please return the tiny composers.

The exhibition is scheduled to remain on display through August 30, although the remaining statues are now considerably more spread out.

And honestly, after writing that sentence, I think we've officially reached the point where “Mozart Heist” needs to be a band name.

Read the full AP story