It’s my hope that, when death should come, I should embrace it. Indeed, of the scant “life goals” I’ve set for myself, that’s at the top – that I should reach a certain age where I can logically deduce (or that others can deduce for me, if my mind should crumble) that ceasing to exist […]
God damn it, Sonny. You’re a charming guy. I didn’t care for the first album, the slavishly 50s garage stomp one, and couldn’t see how anyone could choose you over, say, that dude from Unknown Mortal Orchestra as one to fall in love with. And I didn’t even bother with the one that everyone called […]
Yeah, I listened to that first Tame Impala record, front to back. And the entire time, I’m thinking, “OK, this is from Cream. This is from Revolver. And this one’s Derek and the Dominoes.” Ya think I remember any one of those tunes now? Ya think I ever listened to that Tame Impala LP again? […]
ALL music is fake. That’s why they call it a performance; that’s why they call it an act.
If you ever find me dying in the street don’t give me mouth to mouth (I don’t know where your filthy lips have been), just play me ”These Days’
Death Rattle – The Stone Roses, Primal Scream, Oasis and the travesty of British Alternative Rock in the 90s
Large elements of the UK alternative press seemed to be waiting for the right guitar band to get behind, the right guitar band to believe in. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Stone Roses.