I totally blame Dave Grohl for this bullshit.
All in all, cool show. What is all worth it? Sure, ’cause I got in for free.
You know what I like? Noise. Slabs of noise. Noise that can smother your brain, melt your ears, and inject pure pleasure straight to your head. Or genitalia. Or BOTH.
Go Genre Everything + Scrabbled + Gravel Samwidge + The Legend! + Nana Vigilante + Bent @ Chardons Corner Hotel, Brisbane, 30.11.13
Being different isn’t always glamorous and is rarely rewarded with dollars.
Right! I’ve thought long and hard about this, agonised and whittled down to final ten but here, at last, I think I’ve burned down to a list of solid gold excellence.
You’d have to have been found swaddled in a wicker basket in a forest clearing and bought up and reared by wankers to ever consider this anything other than time-marking bollocks of the most tedious kind. Legends.
I have been doing this too long to be in it for the tickets.
And that’s The Breeders, a naked man joy-riding in a car.
Listening to whole albums has become irrelevant due to the immediacy of the internet
A foghorn of a Croydon singing voice, Quality Street-tin drums and curiously deft and layered guitars, almost tripping over themselves in their distorted rush to get to the end.