Give ’em time, I reckon. They’ve got energy, attitude, a spark. Let’s see if they turn into a Savages or a Divorce. I know which side of the line I’ll be cheering from.
It seems like folk just don’t have the time these days for the full unexpurgated version.
Last year was sensational for music. This year was even more sensational.
Divorce sound like witches burning and power tools.
Great fucken scream. Matched ably by the great fucken noisescape.
You hear people say, “music isn’t as good as it used to be”, but you don’t ever hear them say “books aren’t as good as they used to be”. That’s because to say such a thing would reveal that person as a massive tool.
This year, I’ve flitted from offering to offering like a bluebottle in a blocked toilet.
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