Top 5. Shut up if you’re gonna start a diss thread here. I don’t think there’s any point arguing with —- on this. It sounds like he won’t back down! He’s no Keith Chegwin. Dwight Twilley’s bassist? Good bassist. He don’t take shit. Fucken awesome. Petty Petty Petty Petty good Rather great for the most […]
I’ve had occasion to remark upon my slowness before. Music. Currency is all. Or if not all, then a considerable part. No, it ain’t as facile as it sounds. Currency is tied up with notions of Bourdieu’s ‘cultural capital’ and – less you are a member of Bumford & Cunts or Alex ‘I Had That […]
I listened to nothing but the new Throwing Muses LP for one week in my car. Maybe you’ve heard it already – but even if you have, I’ve no doubt that you’re clamoring for my thoughts on it. Hold up a minute. A crucial point first. We load our senses with memories. One smell or […]
Withered Hand excels where Beck flops simply by being himself - which, let's face it, is a difficult thing to be in a studio sometimes.
Phew. So lots and lots has happened between here and Xiu Xiu (th-thump, th-thump), and my private ledger of reviews to write has been swelling as subtly as my belly while I attended to other crucial real-life affairs. And meanwhile the parade of faces and sounds marches on and on – Perfect Pussy, in particular, […]
Hey, Mr. Malkmus. I don’t know if you read these reviews anymore – what with you being a cultural icon and thus guaranteed a decent chunk of moolah – but I’m Lee Adcock. You haven’t heard of me yet, and that’s OK – I’m a new, bumbling writer/critic and I tend to always screw up […]
They sometimes sound like the only record they grew up mainlining was that mythological good Bruce Springsteen one
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’