Sometimes it’s just fine to have good old-fashioned fun at the seaside.
If after six plays of a song you are left with absolutely no idea what it sounds like it has surely failed some kind of crucial test.
The best Christmas songs will get you joining impromptu choirs and crying into your eggnog.
Wrongness is an underrated virtue. Tunabunny revel in wrongness with all the grubby enthusiasm of a puppy rolling in mud and, puppylike, they come up bouncing.
Really, just open your minds and dance, ya snobby fucks.
Fuck the acoustic guitars and bring on the noise!
We’re not running workshops for the mediocre musician here.
Amanda Fucking Palmer. This isn’t a gig, it’s a communion.
Yup, my heart is yours, you Scots, ‘unfaithful servants of filthy, fucking language’, as Mr Withered Hand says.