I wasn’t expecting much from the new Best Coast album, but god this is fucking awful.…
By Princess Stomper It goes dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun. I am playing Bejeweled Blitz as…
No one would be complaining the fuck out these lyrics if they weren't by a female.…
Proof that our people are still here, and they still give enough of a shit about not giving a shit as to give us gems like this.…
Madonna reminds me of the creepy old goth who used to hang out at the club hitting on the teenage girls - she's just too old for this. …
Third Mouth is achingly, tinglingly beautiful. Think of folk and you'll think of knitwear and frump, but here you can smell the moss and soil. …
Keep your ears tuned to the small towns. The future of music is living in South Dakota.…
Eventually someone was bound to out-scorch Melt Banana, bound to shave Harry Pussy into irrelevance, and bound to just come along and fucking liquefy your face. …
When are you going to actually review the album itself? What does the music sound like?…
Fuck it, Art: your licence is revoked. And Pierce: you’re a cunt.…
There’s a righteousness at the heart of these songs, a riveting freedom that makes Contemporary Indie — cute, smug, obvious, self-obsessed, eager to please — seem hilariously and stupidly irrelevant.…
We could talk about the ping pong vocals that recall bands like Oh Ok…