Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
‘Beverly’ is total emotional obliteration. Turn up, switch off, cry, cry, cry.
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.
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