It’s like a bag of those fun-sized Mars bars: nice to dip into, but a bit much if you try to wolf the lot in one go.
I love Cults repeat x 300 word count
by Sleevie Nicks
Wouldn’t it be so great if something so obviously corporate-backed and hipster-fed turned out to be amazing after all?
I’m going to indulge in a little fantasy inspired by the Great Escape line up and the bands that I managed to catch over the three day festival.
The music and the dancing is infectious. and the crowd sway and dance as Cults work the room into a blissful frenzy.
This talk of reverence and inheritance worries me. The idea that you should shut the fuck up because your progenitors haven’t yet been accorded their rightful due is so damn paralysing.
My only complaint about The White Stripes was that the band weren’t composed of two Meg Whites
This is so molten and heavy, and full-on fucking ROCK, it makes the term ‘grunge’ seem patsy-waist in comparison.
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.