(And before you protest – “But Lee, how dare you bash pop music” – I direct you to this. Read it and weep, you smug little louts.) Any 20-something American probably recalls the irrepressible refrain from Fall Out Boy rebounding down their school halls – “down, down, in an earlier round, / sugar we’re going […]
John is a music critic. Write John, write!
Liking most of these more wouldn’t half of made my life easier, at various stages. Would it have been too much of a compromise to make? Apparently so.
IT’S NOT FUCKING NIRVANA you deluge of fuckwits IT’S THE FUCKING FOO FIGHTERS
Witness, and pay tribute at the throne of the One, the Only, the True Word.
Recorded pieces of music will not be defined as such unless they’ve had over $20,000 spent in promotion of same
By Everett True, age 11
Once there was no “three songs, no flash” rule, now it’s industry standard in all but the small, local shows. Once there were no releases. Once there were no copyright-grabbing contracts.
Someone was accusing me of going soft on Kings Of Leon the other day. Bangs wept! I CANNOT have such aspersions cast on my professional integrity. The following is for him, my faceless accuser. Reprinted from Something Awful, 19/11/10.