the song I hate more than any song ever
It’s a weak, flimsy premise for a song: not thought-through, sappy, opportunistic, smug, the opposite of naive … something that this song is often called by its defenders.
Spotlight – 18: Super Wild Horses
By Bangs, there’s so much great stuff out there waiting to be unearthed. A reader sent me the link through to this – primal garage rock, played just the way I like it. Vim, vigour, vitality, with viccisitude and a little bit of Bo Diddley, good and grungy (in the old-fashioned, 1988 Happy Mondays/1957 Johnny Burnette, […]
