When he sings, it’s OK to be male and sensitive again.
[Oh my god! Ronnie Spector is singing to me!]
By Neil Kulkarni
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.
Riot Grrrl is a myriad of contradictions. And that’s to the good.
It feels like I miss him even more now then I did then. A rare kindred spirit.
We’re the Millwall of the Australian music media; no one likes us and we don’t care.
Growing up in a big city, you’re tied to a scene. In the backwoods, you tend to be much more experimental.
This sound is so glorious! It’s like if (early) B-52s and Pylon remained the best-known bands from Athens instead of … goddammit, what was that band’s name again? Coldplay?
I want a little glamour around my presence: glamour is the last thing I possess right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever recapture that mood again.