Couldn’t Be Better is so disinterested in any reality I’ve ever experienced that it’s impossible to connect.
This isn’t guitar masturbation. It’s guitar blue balls. It’s guitar priapism. All build up, no release.
A few hours later I’m on the next train outta Melbourne on Collapse Board’s dime.
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.
THE TOP EIGHT AUSTRALIAN SONGS IN 2012 JAKE CLELAND THOUGHT WERE QUITE GOOD, SOME OF WHICH YOU PROBABLY HAVEN’T HEARD OF
These aren’t the best Australian songs of 2012. These are just songs I know you might not, but might like to.
Punk’s alive and the gates to Bangs’s Promised Land are open once again.
Maybe if a balance actually existed, anemic room spray like Grizzly Bear wouldn’t be so fucking popular.
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 -> -> ->]
Why should people write for FasterLouder when they’re accumulating clips when they could just start a tumblr instead? Is there a single good editor who actually cares where a piece was published as much as they care about the quality of the writing?