Let’s talk about cliché, baby. How many can you count in this short description?
Beyonce is a pop star. Beyonce asks, Who run the world?
John is a music critic. Write John, write!
Listening to whole albums has become irrelevant due to the immediacy of the internet
One person’s Starbucks is another’s precious recorded-over Daniel Johnston tape.
During most of the 90s, Melody Maker was a law unto itself.
Reviewing music is never just about ‘the music’. If it was, then… uh… music criticism would be fucked.
I say fuck youth when it’s this old, fuck fans if they’re this fucking stupid, and fuck happiness if it means the smug assurance that the middling will triumph whilst the revolutionary and revelatory will be impoverished & obliterated
Working at Collapse Board isn’t all writing about bands no one’s heard of, not getting sent albums and being refused places on guest lists. Sometimes we get abused as “boring, self satisfied hipster cunts” too
How to Distract Yourself from Making Art, or “Did You Read That Article?”