I want to hear Beck songs played by elephants and by wind sculptures and London taxi cabs. Make it so!
“Mumford & Sons’ singular importance in rock’s current moment cannot be underestimated,” is not a sentence I ever imagined I’d read.
Sparky, desperate, rough-edged, delirium-fuelled, defiant, shouty boy pop. There’s a place for it, you know.
collapse board is a great place to lose two hours
When are you going to actually review the album itself? What does the music sound like?
Fuck it, Art: your licence is revoked. And Pierce: you’re a cunt.
Seriously, the best thing I have ever seen.
Sometimes it’s just fine to have good old-fashioned fun at the seaside.
Here’s the thing about all the exhaustion and struggle, the sacrifice that goes into saving up money to fly over to another country. The show has to be worth it. A bad show will leave you crushed and broken nearly to the point of despair. This can be a bit nerve-wracking, but it makes you put everything you have into what you’re doing.
There’s melody and pace, and the sort of vicarious thrill that used to be had from boy rock all those years back