By necessity, these posts have been truncated, abbreviated and generally fucked with. They might well make more sense when viewed within the original context. And they might not. That’s Tumblr for you. Us old ‘uns at WordPress still can’t get our heads round it. The T-shirt is taken from an Everett True saying. [Starts -> -> ->]
Why should people write for FasterLouder when they’re accumulating clips when they could just start a tumblr instead? Is there a single good editor who actually cares where a piece was published as much as they care about the quality of the writing?
Has Everett True simply out-lived his purpose? WTF.
It’s probably coincidence.
I feel so privileged to be part of this great music industry.
it’s fun to criticize critics when album reviews tend to reveal much of how their brains work, much like a sonic rorschach splotch.
“However, if [‘Robocop 4 – Fuck Off Robocop’] is truly amongst the worst songs of the year then I am a giant bat and Pitchfork a cave into which I will shit golden effigies of your face.”
Arcade Fire are like a hook-up in the toilets at a nightclub. They do the job, sure, but there’s nowhere to go beyond that.
Secretly, what modern mainstream pop-hackery confirms is that there’s a fundamental sadness to the role of music writer, or at least there is if you let it take hold – you are employed to basically be a hanger-on, an eavesdropper, a spod, a geek, someone who won’t shut up about something the rest of the world just get on enjoying.