Historically, music magazines have been skewed from and for a male perspective. But that’s not reflective of their potential audience.
I have a soft spot for both The Cardigans and Rainbow Chan.
This song spills over with as much joy and innovation (both prime pop ingredients) as a kindergarten art class and is just as fun, splashy, bright, intent and contrary.
The system is bullshit. The system isn’t about music. The system is about marketing.
What could be more exciting than ascribing numerical value to music? I mean, really?
Judging Britney the same way you’d judge Dylan or Elliott Smith is like taking a baseball bat to a cricket game.
Dot still has the cadence that made The Shaggs The Shaggs
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
You send shivers down my spine/And it happens every time
What I find disconcerting is how many young writers are very reasonable and sane in their approach