REVIEWED IN PICTURES: Smashing Pumpkins – Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness (box set)

By Everett True

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REVIEWED IN WORDS: Smashing Pumpkins – Gish (deluxe edition)

Addenda:
Some of the more astute among you may have noticed a certain similarity between this review and this review. That’s because they’re the same review. If the fucking Smashing Pumpkins couldn’t be bothered to change their whining, mewling, half-assed Nirvana meets Warrant meets Freddie Mercury template from their first album to their third then I’m damned if I’m going to. Plus… uh… quality control anyone? This new box set is FIVE FUCKING CDs of whining, mewling, half-assed Nirvana meets Warrant meets Freddie Mercury rip-offs: demos, outtakes, alt. mixes, belches, farts and 20-minute wank included. At least I haven’t extended my review to match. Oh wait. I have. There’s more…

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by Everett True

My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.