If after six plays of a song you are left with absolutely no idea what it sounds like it has surely failed some kind of crucial test.
Wrongness is an underrated virtue. Tunabunny revel in wrongness with all the grubby enthusiasm of a puppy rolling in mud and, puppylike, they come up bouncing.
Fuck the acoustic guitars and bring on the noise!
…willing sheep whose idea of a great review is one where they got free entry AND free drinks…
And that’s the best thing art can do; start a conversation.
We’re not running workshops for the mediocre musician here.
I Love Lucy. Never just a review. Always a gorgeous, sensual, philosophical account of why music is so fucking important.
The worst character in fiction is Twilight’s Bella: a canvas of nothingness onto which the empty project their shallow desires.