― flinkie, Sunday, 20 February 2005 20:23 (nineteen years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 20 February 2005 20:47 (nineteen years ago) link
― dralimantado, Sunday, 20 February 2005 21:33 (nineteen years ago) link
― noizem duke (noize duke), Sunday, 20 February 2005 21:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Sunday, 20 February 2005 22:05 (nineteen years ago) link
― latebloomer: HE WHOM DUELS THE DRAFGON IN ENDLESS DANCE (latebloomer), Sunday, 20 February 2005 22:17 (nineteen years ago) link
― joseph (joseph), Sunday, 20 February 2005 23:51 (nineteen years ago) link
http://www.freep.com/sports/albom/mitch20_20030720.htm
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Sunday, 20 February 2005 23:54 (nineteen years ago) link
Maybe they should stop smoking pot as well, in order to keep motivated, to keep moving forward. Otherwise, they'll be stuck in the 60s and 70s forever - an unhealthy thing for five young dudes in a band in the year 2004.
― hungry hungry hippo, Monday, 21 February 2005 02:32 (nineteen years ago) link
http://www.musicdish.com/mag/list.php3?author=3
― j. niimi (litotesia), Monday, 21 February 2005 03:39 (nineteen years ago) link
I still respect him as one of the great musicians of late '90s, but I have very little respect for him as a person.
That said, Halfway to a Threeway succeeds where Eureka failed. (Maybe Jim actually took my advice.)
― (Jon L), Monday, 21 February 2005 03:48 (nineteen years ago) link
― Frank Kogan (Frank Kogan), Monday, 21 February 2005 05:26 (nineteen years ago) link
And Jaymc's post on the thread frank linked!!
Her misguidedness notwithstanding, Bridgewater's writing style smacks of high-school journalism. I expect the review to end with, "All in all, it was a pretty good gig, and if you're looking for something different, you should definitely check them out."
― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Monday, 21 February 2005 07:17 (nineteen years ago) link
― Space Is the Place (Space Is the Place), Monday, 21 February 2005 14:56 (nineteen years ago) link
FORCEFIELDLoad RecordsRoggaboggas17 "songs"
"Load" records, indeed. This is some haw-haw collective of performance-art types, wearing throw rugs and mop-wigs on the cover, playing oscillators, loops and video game sound effects, and it sucks harder than a two-dollar crack whore. The first "number" is a one-note synth fart, held for a solid minute. And it's the best thing on here. There are long stretches that sound like leaky faucets, tests of the Emergency Broadcast System, and elderly people coughing up hairballs. Six tracks and twenty minutes in, you finally hear a beat, not that a beat could redeem this catastrophe. Almost looks like they're selling it as a sci-fi concept album, but there are no vocals or liner notes, and even the press sheet is one big, pointless Fuck-You to the general public. They list fake names (smart move), and thank a buncha people with fake names too. These guys should learn that the bigger the in-joke, the less funny it is. To think that they actually sat around attaching song titles to this puddle of misery is mind-blowing. Someone sank big money into the thing, but there's no way that even the band members listen to it. Helen Keller could make a better record in her sleep, and she's dead. Honestly, these people should be ashamed. (Joe Coughlin)
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:03 (nineteen years ago) link
ROCKISM AT WORK
NEPTUNEIntimate Lightning10 songs
Neptune is a band with a shtick---every instrument played on this disc was made from scrap steel by guitarist/vocalist Jason Sidney Sanford. And that's a pretty cool shtick, if your band is going to have one. But the reality of the effect this shtick has on the music is that... well, the music sounds like it was made on instruments made from scrap steel. In other words, if you're looking for hum-along melodies or familiar guitar chords, you'd best be looking elsewhere. Neptune's songs have a distinctly atonal, rather experimental feel to them, calling to mind at various points the more drunk-sounding efforts of Tom Waits on Rain Dogs, or the less radio-friendly songs of early Sonic Youth, and at times verging on industrial territory. Now, I have a strong suspicion that these guys could play pretty, melodic music on scrap-steel instruments, if they so desired---I'm not faulting them as musicians. This kind of avant-whatever stuff just isn't my cup of tea, you know? It is rare that I enjoy music made by clever people, and Neptune simply comes across as being more clever than most. But if you're clever, too, you should probably get this, and leave me to listen to Motorhead or something. (Tim Emswiler)
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VINCEBUS ERUPTUMLoad RecordsVincebus Eruptum8 songs
Ah, further muck-metal ramblings from the bowels of Load Records. On their self-titled debut, Vincebus Eruptum do their best to pummel the listener with a combination of high-velocity drums and howling guitar parts, tempered with slothful, growling bass and guttural screeching. This combination, while it might sound like a recipe for motion sickness, actually works quite well. Combined with their extensive use of distortion, on guitars and bass, they create a sound that is at times reminiscent of early grind-core acts such as Napalm Death. Given a bit more time with their instruments and in the studio, I imagine Vincebus Eruptum will grow well beyond the local scene. However…
While the music itself holds up well enough, the vocals---and more specifically, the lyrical content---do little to maintain one's ability to take the band seriously. If a band is going to put the effort into releasing a debut CD, theoretically in an effort to get their perceived audience to take them seriously, they'd be well advised to leave out songs in which the vocalist screams, "Who farted?" (Josh Witkowski)
KITESLoad RecordsRoyal Paint with the Metallic Gardner from the United States Helped Into An Open Field By Women And Children10 songs
(Sigh) Yep, that's really the title. Probably not a good sign when the press sheet looks like one of those letters from Son of Sam. Anyway, after enduring the ass-reaming agony of the Forcefield record, I had to see if these, er, Load label people maybe had a single, unfortunate lapse in judgment by releasing that full album's worth of head-splitting feedback and synthetic flatulence. But no. In fact, I'd swear this was the same band. I hate even using "band" in this context. The idea that a single word, thought, or cent is ever exchanged between actual humans over this nonsense just blows my fuckin' mind. If infants could talk, they'd ask you to turn this off. I'm all for the DIY thing, and if someone enjoys it, God bless 'em. But if you care about little things like melody, a beat, any discernable sense of purpose whatsoever, and not having to see if your stereo's broken, keep lookin'. To quote an old joke, this record wasn't released, it escaped. (Joe Coughlin)
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:04 (nineteen years ago) link
I'm having a hard time concentrating. What is happening all around me? Is this music? It seems like noise, like the sound of a thousand fax modems and printers and scanners all fighting one another, or maybe making love to each other in some sort of digital orgy. It hurts. I want to stop, but I can't. I need more of this, I need to listen, to see what happens, not only in the music, but to me. I can't seem to focus on the task at hand. Even the most mundane details are tripping me up. I don't know if I'll be alright. I love this album though. I want it all the time. I don't care what it does to me, I must listen.
Okay, there, I've turned it off, now I can try to put everything is perspective. Techno? Not really, but sort of by default. This is more like a hyperactive Merzbow, or a non-linear digital Lightning Bolt, and musically, it makes no sense whatsoever. But I have been deeply affected by this record, and I doubt I'll ever be the same. (Jesse Thomas)
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:06 (nineteen years ago) link
― Chris Dahlen (Chris Dahlen), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:10 (nineteen years ago) link
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:12 (nineteen years ago) link
Yeah! Nah, I just have to stand up for the Noise, home-town rag and all. As local zines go they're actually a good read, and Crispin Woods of the Bags has a terrific comic strip in there.
― Chris Dahlen (Chris Dahlen), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:14 (nineteen years ago) link
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 15:17 (nineteen years ago) link
Anyway, it's not in the paper, but I have a sorted list of the 10 worst Pitchfork reviews by our g(s) grounding term sum metric. We also have Amazon and AMG reviews in our DB but I had already done the PF numbers, so here they are. Note that this isn't writing ability but rather music "describability:" how well can the human/computer predict the contents of the audio after parsing the review? People here probably different ideas about what makes a good review.
The short of it: to get these scores, the computer listened to about 300 albums worth of music, and tried to find out which terms used in the corresponding reviews were best at describing the music. "Funky" does well, as does "acoustic" but "girlfriend" doesn't do so good. Then we take those predictive scores for each term and average them over a new review. If the review uses more musically-descriptive terms, it'll have a higher score.
"Worst" 10: Artist/Album, Score, Reviewer
./Arovane/Tides/ 0.862 Paul Cooper ./Juno Reactor/Bible of Dreams/ 0.866 James P. Wisdom./Stereolab/Dots And Loops/ 0.892 James P. Wisdom ./Beck/Midnite Vultures/ 0.91 Brent DiCrescenzo./Morcheeba/Big Calm/ 0.95 James P. Wisdom./Gorky's Zygotic Mynci/Spanish Dance Troupe/ 0.95 Brent DiCrescenzo./Swervedriver/99th Dream/ 0.97 Brent DiCrescenzo./Sleater-Kinney/All Hands On The Bad One/ 0.97 Brent DiCrescenzo./Herrmann & Kleine/Our Noise/ 0.97 Paul Cooper./Dr. Octagon/Dr. Octagonecologyst [Dr. Octagon]/ 0.97 James P. Wisdom
― brian whitman, Monday, 21 February 2005 15:44 (nineteen years ago) link
― brian whitman, Monday, 21 February 2005 15:55 (nineteen years ago) link
Brian, have you seen Pitchformula? That guy didn't analyze relevance, but he found some interesting results on sexism and use of cliche.
― Chris Dahlen (Chris Dahlen), Monday, 21 February 2005 16:01 (nineteen years ago) link
"He starts by reciting some of the most embarrassing lyrics ever committed to an indie rock album, the kind that even twits the size of Conor Oberst or the folks in Arcade Fire would have the good sense to balk at."
― shaun shaun, Monday, 21 February 2005 17:10 (nineteen years ago) link
Song after song, Currie's trademarked sick wit is nowhere to be found. "My Sperm Is Not Your Enemy" is a vintage Momus title, but it's hung on a predictable and humorless ditty; the same goes for "Beowulf (I Am Deformed)", and whatever hilarity could be gleaned from "Electrosexual Sawing Machine" comes from the posh way Momus pronounces "seks-you-al."
Hope is momentarily rekindled with the arrival of "The Last Communist", an energetic number with an actual melody, rather than a half-assed waltz or polka pastiche. Alas, the song is quickly exposed as a third-rate Auteurs ripoff, the kind Luke Haines probably writes in his uneasy absinthe sleep. The lyrics are an embarrassing laundry list of lame Russki clichés ("Drinking vodka through a straw/ Looking for the visions Lenin saw"), which is more than a disappointment from the guy who wrote "Trans-Siberian Express"-- a cruel, precise, and terrific poem that deserves a place in any number of modern literary anthologies.
That was old Momus, I guess, unencumbered by tabloid infamy and money concerns. The new Momus is the kind of guy who stoops to include a minute of silence as the 16th track on this disc and titles it "A Minute of Silence". If that's not enough, he follows it up with an instrumental reprise of the album's second track-- rendered in telephone ringtones! Oh, the fun!
Awful as it might be, Oskar is not easy to dismiss because awfulness has always been a part of Momus' gambit. The man's main fallacy, however, is that his laboriously cultivated image of a postmodern ponce is binding and irreversible. Behind the moniker of the Greek God of Ridicule, Nick Currie is an erudite man who consigned himself to powdered-wig naughtiness and endless intimations of buggery. This kind of stuff gets old-- even for the joker-- and there's nothing to kill a comedy routine like a whiff of noblesse oblige.
― Dame Edna Everage, Monday, 21 February 2005 17:27 (nineteen years ago) link
This is a good joke. Bravo!
>Anyway, it's not in the paper, but I have a sorted list of the 10 >worst Pitchfork reviews by our g(s) grounding term sum metric. We
Grounding term sum metric. That's fucking great! You are the man with the plan, the supplier of the unified field equation for the evaluation of prose and music criticism. >Note that this isn't writing ability but rather >music "describability:" how well can the human/computer predict the >contents of the audio after parsing the review?
Yes, we are all human/computers. IBM, UBM, we all b.m. for IBM. And it's not reading. Reading connotes things that are not quantifiable, not sufficiently machine-like. Human/computers should get that through their thick wafers and motherboards. It's parsing, dammit, PARSING!
>The short of it: to get these scores, the computer listened to about >300 albums worth of music, and tried to find out which terms used in >the corresponding reviews were best at describing the music.
Did the computer listen to death metal for twelve years olds, too?
> "Funky" does well, as does "acoustic" but "girlfriend" doesn't do >so good.
How 'bout "dog" and "shit" or "dogshit"?
>Then we take those predictive scores for each term and average them >over a new review.
And attempt to demonstrate how to nail jello to the wall.
You've become slow-witted from too much drinking of your old computer machine sack.
― Harry Klam, Monday, 21 February 2005 18:01 (nineteen years ago) link
― Mark (MarkR), Monday, 21 February 2005 21:16 (nineteen years ago) link
The best overall review is this AMG (Jason Ankeny) review of June of '44's "Four Great Points:"
"June of 44's fourth full-length is their most experimental effort to date -- fractured melodies and dub-like rhythms collide in a noisy atmosphere rich in detail, adorned with violins, trumpet, severe phasing effects, and even a typewriter."
That's the whole review. It got a 4.15.
― brian whitman, Monday, 21 February 2005 21:43 (nineteen years ago) link
― jaymc (jaymc), Monday, 21 February 2005 21:52 (nineteen years ago) link
Replace 'acoustic' with "rock," "M.I.A.", "loud", "i like this," "violin", you get the point. It works well for some things and not well for others. I make no claims of it saving the world, but for some tasks it's very useful.
― brian whitman, Monday, 21 February 2005 22:08 (nineteen years ago) link
― The Obligatory Sourpuss (Begs2Differ), Monday, 21 February 2005 22:11 (nineteen years ago) link
― Forbin, Monday, 21 February 2005 22:15 (nineteen years ago) link
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 22:22 (nineteen years ago) link
http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/lookaroundyou/furniture/banner1.gif
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Monday, 21 February 2005 22:29 (nineteen years ago) link
...people might post some of mine.
― deadair (deadair), Monday, 21 February 2005 22:38 (nineteen years ago) link
― msp (msp), Monday, 21 February 2005 23:15 (nineteen years ago) link
― Fat Anarchy on Airtube (ex machina), Monday, 21 February 2005 23:17 (nineteen years ago) link
m.
― msp (msp), Monday, 21 February 2005 23:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― madhattr, Monday, 21 February 2005 23:50 (nineteen years ago) link
― lovebug starski (lovebug starski), Tuesday, 22 February 2005 00:00 (nineteen years ago) link
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/16927/Death_Cab_for_Cutie_Transatlanticism
― Aditya (dan138zig), Sunday, 13 August 2006 11:51 (eighteen years ago) link
Who needs this shit?
That said, we can progress to a more balanced appreciation of the third Funkadelic album. In it, the group continues their rather limited exploration of the dark side of psychedelia–a shattered, desolate landscape with few pleasures.
At its most mindless, we are given almost nine and a half minutes of "Wars of Armageddon" - steady bongos and drums behind a creeping ooze of guitars and repeated nudges from an organ, collaged with an arbitrary mix of angry yells, airport departure announcements, cuckoo clocks, garbled conversation and lame variations of popular slogans ("More people to the power; More power to the pussy") -which ends with: 1) several rumbling bomb blasts, 2) a beating heart and 3) a three-second disintegrating snatch of music. Far out. Balancing this is the ten-minute title cut which layers stark electric guitars over a simple, repeated, "beautiful" pattern on what at first sounds like acoustic guitar but at times swells to harp-like vibrancy. With this pattern unfolding like a cool breeze in the background, the electric guitars pursue independent courses out front like dragonflies dipping and sweeping; abrasive and fuzzy, then pure, lovely and shimmering.
In between "Maggot Brain" and "Armageddon," the opening and closing cuts, is an uneven group of shorter, more precise funk songs. One of these, "Can You Get to That," is a reworking of an old Parliaments single, "What You Been Growing," written by the producer here, George Clinton. The changes the song has been put through are indicative of Clinton's declining inspiration as a songwriter. The first verse in both versions ends with the lines, "But I read an old quotation in a book just yesterday: Said, 'You gonna reap just what you sow The less you make you'll have to pay.'" But instead of the original chorus "You been growing just what you been sowing," a nicely succinct message to an errant lover the Funkadelic substitute soul cliche: "Can you get to that I wanna know if you can get to that." In spite of this tell-tale change for the worse (and the other material displays an even more pronounced lyric thinness), "Get to That" is bright and enjoyable, making use of a female chorus and a tight but deliberately slowed-down pace.
Funkadelic is primarily an instrumental group, performing as the band for Clinton's funked-up Parliament, and the LP is marked as a "Parliafunkadelic Thang," although the Parliaments aren't on the record. With the exception of the two long showcase cuts one awfully muddy and jumbled, the other a fine sweet-and-sour dish the music on the whole is more competent than exciting. At best. Side two, culminating in (or descending to) "Armageddon," is a horrible mush. Such dead-end stuff.
Funk for funk's sake becomes merely garbage. Maggot Brain begins with a few echoed introductory lines: "... I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe. I was not offended; for I knew I had to rise above it all or drown in my own shit." Don't look now, bro' but it's up around your knees.
VINCE ALETTI(Posted: Sep 30, 1971)
― Mr. Snrub, Thursday, 5 March 2009 20:05 (fifteen years ago) link
oh funk for funk's sake
― Fox Force Five Punchline (sexyDancer), Thursday, 5 March 2009 20:36 (fifteen years ago) link
the review that always come to my mind when discussing the worst review ever is this:
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/16927-death-cab-for-cutie-transatlanticism
― dan138zig (Durrr Durrr Durrrrrr), Thursday, 5 March 2009 22:30 (fifteen years ago) link
VINCE ALETTI
^^^WOULD STAB
― One of the Most High Profile Comedy Directors of the 90s (Shakey Mo Collier), Thursday, 5 March 2009 22:48 (fifteen years ago) link
Oh thanks for reminding me of that Death Cab review.
― ban everyone imho (jon /via/ chi 2.0), Thursday, 5 March 2009 22:50 (fifteen years ago) link
wouldnt piss on him if he was on firex-post
― Pfunkboy in blood drenched rabbit suit jamming in the woods (Herman G. Neuname), Thursday, 5 March 2009 22:50 (fifteen years ago) link
I've always hated DCFC but now I guess I hate their fans too
― One of the Most High Profile Comedy Directors of the 90s (Shakey Mo Collier), Thursday, 5 March 2009 22:51 (fifteen years ago) link
I really do want Matos to explain the "hahaha the Walkmen" thing.
― Shannon Whirry & the Bad Brains, Saturday, 7 March 2009 13:12 (fifteen years ago) link
I'VE GOTTEN A LOT OF MAIL SINCE I STARTED REVIEWING ON THIS SITE (MOSTLY FROM LADIES ASKING IF I'M SINGLE...ANSWER STILL TO COME, HEH!) . . . I DON'T CONSIDER MYSELF A BUSINESS MAN BUT A SMOOTHIE MAN
Stay classy.
― Daniel, Esq., Saturday, 7 March 2009 13:30 (fifteen years ago) link
Me too!
― ilxor, Saturday, 7 March 2009 22:32 (fifteen years ago) link
Aletti = one of the great music writers
OTM. Give or take Michael Freedberg, probably the greatest disco critic ever. (Wrote some excellent disco liner notes in the late '70s, too.)
― xhuxk, Sunday, 8 March 2009 05:49 (fifteen years ago) link
hahahaha the Walkmen hahahaha
Also OTM.
― xhuxk, Sunday, 8 March 2009 05:51 (fifteen years ago) link
So it's like a fancy-music-critics-got-each-others'-backs thing? Because that review is fucking garbage, regardless of whether or not you think the band is funny or whatever. Weak, fellas.
― Shannon Whirry & the Bad Brains, Sunday, 8 March 2009 12:01 (fifteen years ago) link
what's offensive about that grace jones review? that critic did good stuff in the voice's late 70s heyday. traditionally most RS writers do their best work elsewhere.
mendelsohn is a contender for worst RS critic ever...
― m coleman, Sunday, 8 March 2009 15:36 (fifteen years ago) link
i accidentally Matos's whole Walkmen post. Hahahaha!
― ⓔⓥⓞⓞ (Whiney G. Weingarten), Sunday, 8 March 2009 15:39 (fifteen years ago) link
accidentally what?
― s1ocki, Sunday, 8 March 2009 16:34 (fifteen years ago) link
do ppl still write abt music?
― noizez duk, Sunday, 8 March 2009 20:20 (fifteen years ago) link
lol @ "fancy"
I made fun of the Walkmen because they, uh, suck. Not that hard to figure out.
― Matos W.K., Sunday, 8 March 2009 20:21 (fifteen years ago) link
i have a hard tiem remembering what "muckraking" even means
― noizez duk, Sunday, 8 March 2009 22:06 (fifteen years ago) link
still don't know what makes the walkmen so obviously, uh, sucky
― winstonian (winston), Sunday, 8 March 2009 22:42 (fifteen years ago) link
They record boring albums.
― The Screaming Lobster of Challops (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Sunday, 8 March 2009 22:44 (fifteen years ago) link
ok thanks i understand now
― winstonian (winston), Sunday, 8 March 2009 22:45 (fifteen years ago) link
The actual closing line from the Pitchfork review:
Far from trailblazing, Passover nevertheless implies that the Black Angels like to blaze until they see trails.
― Reatards Unite, Sunday, 8 March 2009 23:26 (fifteen years ago) link
I could make up better zings with a dick in my mouth.
― Shannon Whirry & the Bad Brains, Monday, 9 March 2009 00:20 (fifteen years ago) link
great thread so far
― rip dom passantino 3/5/09 never forget (max), Monday, 9 March 2009 00:24 (fifteen years ago) link
― Shannon Whirry & the Bad Brains, Monday, March 9, 2009 12:20 AM
like that one!
― Matos W.K., Monday, 9 March 2009 00:52 (fifteen years ago) link
Geeze, This is what I keep for sleeping in all weeked.
I find the Rolling Stone Grace Jones review boneheaded and offensive because it's unfairly dismissive of the album for the sake being too-clever-by-half, and it does so with more than a whiff of homo/disco-phobia.
As for the Autobahn review, the editor should have cut everything after the first graph until the last line. The album as its subject matter analogy is clever enough (and as a reviewer’s self-indulgent conceit, it’s certainly handled more deftly than the Grace Jones review), but the last line of the review is all we need to get it.
Yeah, I copied both of those from the Rolling Stone Cover-to-Cover dvd set. Although it looks now as if the links are broken.
― mottdeterre, Monday, 9 March 2009 19:27 (fifteen years ago) link
I think James Wisdom's reviews are awesome.
― James_Wisdom, Thursday, 19 March 2015 13:03 (nine years ago) link
It all comes back around:
https://defector.com/a-notorious-pitchfork-reviewer-was-my-biggest-musical-influence
There’s a 2005 I Love Music messageboard post titled “So, what is the worst music review ever then?” One poster, Brian Whitman, believed he had an answer....
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 31 January 2024 18:23 (seven months ago) link
(Mr. Wisdom, who posted last on this thread, is interviewed for the story and there's more besides.)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 31 January 2024 18:27 (seven months ago) link
so long...
― scott seward, Wednesday, 31 January 2024 19:01 (seven months ago) link
not like "goodbye". so long as in "wow that thing is long".
i don't know a lot of the non-ilx pitchfork people. i thought brent d. was funny. most of it seemed pretty samey though. 1996 they started? sheesh. i had no idea.
― scott seward, Wednesday, 31 January 2024 19:05 (seven months ago) link
was pitchfork making money before conde nast took them over? why don't all these online places just stay independent? i don't get it. they want to get "BIGGER"? is that the thing? so stupid. owning your own thing is where its at. it never ends well when rich people get involved.
― scott seward, Wednesday, 31 January 2024 19:07 (seven months ago) link
my understanding is that conde nast offered them money
― This is Dance Anthems, have some respect (Camaraderie at Arms Length), Wednesday, 31 January 2024 19:14 (seven months ago) link
God, that Sleater-Kinney review is abysmal— All Hands on the Bad One is an excellent record.
― butt dumb tight my boners got boners (the table is the table), Wednesday, 31 January 2024 22:44 (seven months ago) link