Perhaps the editors at BuzzFeed really do believe that Chastity Belt thought their photograph was in some way alluring, you know… sexy?
It’s a most welcome cliché, this sound. An always welcome cliché round these parts.
Wouldn’t it be so great if something so obviously corporate-backed and hipster-fed turned out to be amazing after all?
Anything that makes me swoon for the days when I would listen to the Shangri-La’s ’65 album for hours on end.
I’ve been meaning to link to this for a while.
Sure it’s a little aggressive. So is life. So what the fuck are you waiting for?
The problem with Brisbane appears to be an overload of the creative process: there are too many folk being creative and not enough people satisfied with being consumers
I’m only including one track per album (aside from the omnipresent Bluebeat 45s, from which I’ve drawn three) as to do otherwise would unbalance the entire chart. This isn’t accurate by any means, and complete omits any listening that takes place (for example) at the office, on the bus, in the car, on vinyl, in […]
I still write for a few other places. One of these is the excellent NYC femme-focused magazine, Bust, for which I write a regular column, Everett True and his First Ladies Of Rock, a short consumer guide look at some of the fine, unheralded, female-led bands around. I’ve been on at my contact at Bust […]
I want to be upfront about this. I can’t get this song out my head, and I don’t want to either. It’s absolutely competing with ‘Crazy In Love’ and ‘Dumplins’ for my Song of the Year right now. Oh, and I guess with the albums by Woom and Neverever and Best Coast and…