The whole album Pizza Espresso offers relief, balm. It chugs along gently. It won’t intrude – and thus won’t make you happy, joyous – unless you let it. It blossoms with melody and personality. There is room to enough for you to stay and sup, if you want. Or you can just turn your back. […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
Authority is All That Matters in music criticism, especially when it comes to creating Lists
Fuck’s sake. Where have all the men gone? Do men even make music any more?
The day I stop listening to The Pastels is the day I stop listening to music
I fucking love Camera Obscura.
Sounds like The Pastels to me. Magical.
Of course, music isn’t always about fun, but when it comes down to my pop music, I’m just saying I’d much rather hang out with Jad Fair than Lou Reed.
one of the great lost songs of the summer of 2012
Such a wonderful night out. My third gig of 2012.