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NME.COM takes churnalism to new depths while Pitchfork’s Cover Story shows how to do web publishing
2012. I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been a shit year in terms of my personal life.
“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.”
I admire Krissi’s self-belief and her lack of perspective: it’s what always kept me strong during my U.K. music press years.
Ryan Schreiber should be, if not ashamed, then more than a little embarrassed at the moment. Calling someone an asshole for raising a middle finger to a Super Bowl camera when you run a website and a music festival that has no problem promoting songs about rape, misogyny, and homophobia is empty and pathetic.
Everett True reacts to Ryan Schreiber’s article about M.I.A. pretty much exactly the way you’d expect him to
I shudder to think what he’ll make of Russian feminist punk rock collective Pussy Riot
While Pitchfork may be invaluable as an archive, it is worse than useless as a forum for insight and argument
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?