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.
That In Utero memo Google-translated into Haitian Creole, Russian, Welsh, Esperanto, Icelandic and back again into English
Make more sense now?
Deconstructing The Myth | 10 Reasons Why “Secret Memo Regarding Nirvana’s ‘In Utero’ Reissue Leaked” Is Not For Real
To sum up. I think this memo is probably a spoof. A very cleverly worded and artful spoof for sure… but still a spoof.
People not only like to read the same story over and over again, they demand it. Our job is to retell the story, to reinforce the legends, to emphasise the inflexibility of the narrative.
I understand why Interpol’s considered a joke today. Even back in 2002 I understood why they were a joke. Everyone wants to be Joy Division, but nobody has ever wanted to be Interpol. The tragedy is that 99 per cent of the people who laugh at Interpol have a lot more in common with Interpol than they ever will with Joy Division.
The lady can holler. Fuck the fuzz and the harsh rhythm. The lady can fucken holler.Do you need to know more?
At least they’re not Jet or The Vines – and for that we should be grateful
Hello from Olympia, WA – 2: Morgan And The Organ Donors, Hooded Hags + The Maxines, live at the Midnight Sun
I like a band that takes the time to dress up, it makes them seem cohesive and prepared.
“Music is what I believe in, in the way that some people have religion.”
The care and attention to detail in this parody is breathtaking.
My only complaint about The White Stripes was that the band weren’t composed of two Meg Whites
My only complaint about The White Stripes was that the band weren’t composed of two Meg Whites.
Yet another band whose sole reason for forming was to parade around in funky sunglasses at summer festivals.
Here are a selection of the different photographs, designs and logos we were looking at for the first cover of Plan B Magazine. Most of these weren’t serious contenders: some of the visuals were drawn from Careless Talk Costs Lives, used so we could mock up dummy designs; The Von Bondies weren’t ever a real [...]
So this dude emails me from out of nowhere, to tell me that he’s cancelled his subscription to Bust, a magazine he loves (and rightly so because it rules), because they haven’t yet featured Agent Ribbons, a female trio from Texas that is (in my correspondent’s own impassioned words) “so overwhelmingly Bust-worthy”. So the dude’s [...]
I’m trying to avoid working here, so here’s another excerpt. Taken from 2001, I believe. FRIDAY AUGUST 17 2001 Clever, friendly and articulate, I notice I have no memory of the events that transpired more than three days hence. The sun beats down upon a town of ingrates and foreign students, each more desperate than [...]
Here’s what Brooklyn two-piece, female-male coupling, She Keeps Bees DON’T sound like. The White Stripes (What, did the number of people in the band fool you? Can’t think of many other groups with just two members?) Cat Power (What, did the sparseness of the music fool you? Did you feel that sparseness automatically confers a ‘confessional’ [...]