The crowd watched attentively, on the precipice of joyous and spontaneous engagement.
I gave it name. “Oblique hip-hop”: angular but open, unkinked but unlinked
The store where I bought the record called it “Redneck Ramones”.
6 (and a bit) favourite musical encounters from the first half of 2011, around which the miscellany of life lies
Most are gigs. Music lives in open air.
Iceage have the wisdom to be brief: what they evoke is too much to bear for too long.
Woah, what the? Fucked Up? Monochrome?
So, Morrisey. Collapse Board exists to prove nihilistic fucktards like you wrong.
This album makes me want to sell my guitars.