Pale Green Ghosts is an album as diverse and hilarious, as dying and alive, as life itself. What more could you ask for? Prior approval? Grow up. The music world is a lot bigger than Pitchfork, and there are far more interesting journeys to go on than the path from a publicist’s e-mail to a writer’s inbox.
Just do me a favor and don’t count.
I mainly checked this band out due to Pitchfork not being into them.
Sometimes it’s just fine to have good old-fashioned fun at the seaside.
Bit of a corker, this one. And once again, I find myself preferring the one of the cover star that we didn’t use. Familiarity, probably. (Note the numbering on the cover.)
John Peel dying was a big deal for many of us, especially as it was so unexpected.
It seems almost inconceivable to me that I haven’t drawn your attention to the many-splendoured delights of Hotpants Romance before
Don’t be put off by 1) the name, or 2) the beards, or 3) the cardigans. This is twee pop par excellence. Oh, don’t be put off by 4) the use of the word ‘twee’ in these circumstances either. I too despise it with a vengeance, but sometimes it’s easier just to bow gracefully and […]