The Creator and the Critic
How to Distract Yourself from Making Art, or “Did You Read That Article?”
THE ALTERNATIVE REVIEW | Iceage – You’re Nothing (Matador)
The nastiness, the blackness and bleakness, is a lot of the attraction.
STATE OF THE MUSIC PRESS.
This was the year I became convinced that there wasn’t a secret world of great Australian music writing I simply wasn’t privy to.
SPIN Magazine ceases publication
BuzzMedia: Defining Culture. Addicting Audiences.
Song of the day – 539: Burnt Palms
Summer is on the horizon, and Burnt Palms are just about the most perfect band to spend it with.
Song of the day – 533: Tunabunny
The key to the treasure chest containing all the maps is right here
A beginner’s guide to Collapse Board
Confused? Start here.
I rarely read music criticism. I do read this.
By necessity, these posts have been truncated, abbreviated and generally fucked with. They might well make more sense when viewed within the original context. And they might not. That’s Tumblr for you. Us old ‘uns at WordPress still can’t get our heads round it. The T-shirt is taken from an Everett True saying. [Starts -> -> ->]
Another ancient interview with Yeah Yeah Yeahs. This one was their first ever cover story. Thought you might enjoy reading this as well.
You’re like the violent interviewer. The Hannibal Lector of interviews. Did you see that scuffle?
An ancient interview with Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Thought you might enjoy reading it.
SPONTANEITY! SPONTANEITY! That’s what is central to all the greatest rock’n’roll and THAT’S WHY the Yeah Yeah mother-fucking Yeahs are so vital and the (spit) mother-fucking Vines are just sheep’s turds dressed up in your momma’s glad rags. Fuckheads.
