By Scott Creney Ask anyone who’s ever worked for a literary magazine, democracy is a shitty way to evaluate art. The polarizing stuff rarely makes it through. Instead you end up with a bunch of B-plus material—competent, workmanlike. Or in the case of this week’s Pitchfork Top 200 Singles of the 80’s, you end up […]
Many years ago, a great schism occurred in the history of popular music. As amps got louder and concerts got bigger, new groups responded by creating a heavier kind of music that relied on sheer sonic power as opposed to the lighter sounds of early sixties pop. Rock music broke away from pop and in […]
I like this description. I think it must be from the press release, it’s popped up in so many reviews. The 12-track Everlast focuses on “the corruption of organized religion, gender discrimination and technological advancements leading to human over-dependence”. I like this a lot. I like the album even more. It has an unsettling, darkly […]
Words: Darragh Murray Photos: Mino Peric There’s a brief moment between ‘Before We Run’ and ‘Deeper Into the Movies’ when I start to feel all tingly-like, strange and light. If you’ve listened to enough music, you’ll probably know what I’m talking about. It’s that familiar but often elusive feeling of pure engagement, that deep emotional […]
You want to get paid for music writing? You’re pretty soon going to find out that you are in a world that has nothing to do with music or writing. It’s about executing PR campaigns.
I’m just trying to capture a mood, a nagging insistence.
I actually thought that great Australian music begins and ends with the twin cultural hotspots of Hobart and Brisbane
Perhaps the editors at BuzzFeed really do believe that Chastity Belt thought their photograph was in some way alluring, you know… sexy?
Pale Green Ghosts is an album as diverse and hilarious, as dying and alive, as life itself. What more could you ask for? Prior approval? Grow up. The music world is a lot bigger than Pitchfork, and there are far more interesting journeys to go on than the path from a publicist’s e-mail to a writer’s inbox.
Working at Collapse Board isn’t all writing about bands no one’s heard of, not getting sent albums and being refused places on guest lists. Sometimes we get abused as “boring, self satisfied hipster cunts” too