Honestly, I didn’t mean to pick two solid RAWK albums in a row. As usual, I had no idea what to expect when I drew the Datsuns from the line up. But FUCK. If I could boil this review down to one sentence, it’d be this one: the Datsuns have swooped down from their starfighters […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
I like the fact Black Sabbath and Unwound haven’t been a male institution for years.
Fuck’s sake. Where have all the men gone? Do men even make music any more?
I love the first Black Sabbath album cos it feels so amateur: unfinished and clunky and full of ridiculous couplets, and vitally not scared of ridicule. Songs don’t fit together, most the time.
At least they’re not Jet or The Vines – and for that we should be grateful
Fucked Up is the kind of band that makes me wish I were in their band.
Listening to No Anchor, it’s hard not to hear a weaker, less interesting version of their heroes.
“The rules of tonight are very simple. I go where the noise takes me.”