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
Freedom of speech, public debate, and to then be “stable” golf writers, copy, but as long as any 1 card reader complies with lively analog temerity to take a drive, and competent writing the column, and is a common disease, schizophrenia, I call the right locations. Damn green iguana.
That In Utero memo Google-translated into Haitian Creole, Russian, Welsh, Esperanto, Icelandic and back again into English
Make more sense now?
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To sum up. I think this memo is probably a spoof. A very cleverly worded and artful spoof for sure… but still a spoof.
People not only like to read the same story over and over again, they demand it. Our job is to retell the story, to reinforce the legends, to emphasise the inflexibility of the narrative.
Fucking nice music too! I can hear Crass, I can hear Bikini Kill, I can hear Dutch insurrectionists The Ex … but most of all I can hear anger and determination and energy and bleakness and hope and a refusal to lie down and accept things as they are.
Is it any wonder that the pop faction is gathering speed year by year when this is all the consensus can offer by way of an ‘alternative’?
Whether you’re a vampire, you do not want a history lesson and a list of effects that you want the magical world of mouth.
Confused? Start here.
NME.COM takes churnalism to new depths while Pitchfork’s Cover Story shows how to do web publishing
2012. I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been a shit year in terms of my personal life.
“However, if ['Robocop 4 - Fuck Off Robocop'] is truly amongst the worst songs of the year then I am a giant bat and Pitchfork a cave into which I will shit golden effigies of your face.”
I admire Krissi’s self-belief and her lack of perspective: it’s what always kept me strong during my U.K. music press years.
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.
Everett True reacts to Ryan Schreiber’s article about M.I.A. pretty much exactly the way you’d expect him to
I shudder to think what he’ll make of Russian feminist punk rock collective Pussy Riot
While Pitchfork may be invaluable as an archive, it is worse than useless as a forum for insight and argument
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?
The next logical step for Spin Magazine would be to stop listening to music altogether. It’s such a fucking pain in the ass.
Never before has there been a greater opportunity for music journalists to be tastemakers and discoverers of exciting talent. Never before has that opportunity been so resolutely rejected.
Wild Flag’s debut album has taken women all the way to the top and proves they can write an album as uninspired, predictable, and shallow as any man.
I would call it pop-punk, but then you’ll think of Green Day or some shit like that.
Damn. Damn. Damn. 1990 really was all right.