Maybe you too aren’t lucky enough to exist within the reach of the post-No Age kids, and aren’t a Vice editor. Don’t be worried. Come enjoy this. Music to make you swoon.
You are a critic. Not a fan. Not a blogger. Not a hack. A critic.
Do they perform in their underwear? ARE THEY HAVING MORE FUN THAN THE OTHER 50,000 PEOPLE IN THE ROOM COMBINED? Yes, yes yes!
What time is it when a new Arcade Fire song appears? Time to get off the fucking fence. ARCADE FIRE ARE BORING SHITE
“Most music critics are reading other music critics to find out what they should like”
400 words good. 800 words fucking horrible = Four hundred words is fine. Nineteenth century, no.
1. Don’t ever attempt to apologise for holding an opinion. 2. 400 words good. 800 words fucking horrible. 3. Most musicians are cunts. 4. The music industry is not your friend. Unless you choose to make it so. 5. Don’t forget to place value upon what you do. If you don’t, why should anyone else? […]
I wrote a review of the new Washington album for The Vine. You can find it here. ————————————————————————————————————————————————— Washington I Believe You Liar (Universal Music) Australia. You worry me sometimes. I’ve seen this album hailed as 2010’s saviour of pop. (This is what happens when you allow fucking radio presenters to moonlight as music critics, […]