The worst thing about end of year polls is that they all come out in early December, which is hilarious because that means nobody got to talk about one of the best albums of the year. The Beyoncé album, called Beyoncé, was released with no fanfare, no reviews, and no warning. It then became one […]
Man, what a crazy goddamned year. Not the music, the music was great.
So good. They’ve moved on from the gym to the boxing alleys.
I drew the line at coprophilia.
Sparky, desperate, rough-edged, delirium-fuelled, defiant, shouty boy pop. There’s a place for it, you know.
2012. I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been a shit year in terms of my personal life.
Just do me a favor and don’t count.
Does the marketplace necessarily kill radicalism or is it ever possible to be subversive in the mainstream?
Ryan Schreiber should be, if not ashamed, then more than a little embarrassed at the moment. Calling someone an asshole for raising a middle finger to a Super Bowl camera when you run a website and a music festival that has no problem promoting songs about rape, misogyny, and homophobia is empty and pathetic.
Some people say that little girls are meant to be seen and not heard. Well I say OH BONDAGE, UP YOURS!