Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
Night Time, My Time is fantastic. A lifetime of bad ideas that turns into good ideas in the context of music. I like the new M.I.A. album. I respect the new Laurel Halo album. I’m falling in love with the new Sky Ferreira album.
Nothing matters more than the all-conquering Top 10.
Right! I’ve thought long and hard about this, agonised and whittled down to final ten but here, at last, I think I’ve burned down to a list of solid gold excellence.
It’s Dylan at his dandiest, the least earthy version of Dylans, the one least covered in dirt, self-applied or otherwise.
It articulates the feeling of inescapable grief, in what it says and what it keeps silent, as well as any album I’ve ever heard in my long yearning life.
There are no simple truths here. There is just a millionaire recording artist with time on his hands, recording songs that he enjoys singing.
It’s The Darkness rolled into the JAMMS isn’t it? But slicker and more disposable (not an insult).
It’s like pissing in parchment, music reviewing. So here are some pretty videos to describe the new David Bowie single instead