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
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.