The only major arena rock concert I went to was Iron Maiden on the Fourth of July. People were shooting bottle rockets and throwing M-80s into the crowd all night
So this dude emails me from out of nowhere, to tell me that he’s cancelled his subscription to Bust, a magazine he loves (and rightly so because it rules), because they haven’t yet featured Agent Ribbons, a female trio from Texas that is (in my correspondent’s own impassioned words) “so overwhelmingly Bust-worthy”. So the dude’s […]
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I’m really not sure if… well, y’know. If I heard this straight up without knowing the artist, would I like it? FUCK YEAH. And knowing the artist? FUCK YEAH! It’s very Breeders, isn’t it? Now someone… send me the bloody album!!