Currently, I am not in love. Previous scribbles from moi would lead you to believe I covet certain men from certain distances for several months at a time – and that was true, in regards to the internal longing, the upheaval, the sense of lack. But now, as my life stagnates and the rest of […]
I don’t like praising records for their focus and consistency — makes me feel like I’m in a corporate boardroom or something.
“Dude! Oh my god! Urge Overkill’s here! They’re in the parking lot! They’re all out there! Come meet them!”
While Pitchfork may be invaluable as an archive, it is worse than useless as a forum for insight and argument
parading their love for POP and love for PUNK (the two are synonymous here) for those who care to see