I’ve been a little sleep-deprived & out of focus lately and the news is a horror show filled w/lying sociopaths and so much abundant sadness that it makes the cloying relationship troubles of a band like Chvrches sound, at best, cloistered & obtuse. If anger is an energy then I guess passivity is a type […]
There’s a whole hidden musical village here that you know nothing about.
Maybe if I hadn’t been such a dull-jawed slack-witted alcoholic retard…
Fucking nice music too! I can hear Crass, I can hear Bikini Kill, I can hear Dutch insurrectionists The Ex … but most of all I can hear anger and determination and energy and bleakness and hope and a refusal to lie down and accept things as they are.
I like this for some of the same reasons I once pretended to like Sylvia Plath for
Of course she’s a teen girl dream. She’s this generation’s Sylvia Plath. Every picture of her is exactly the same.
Time to bring in Kate Kardashian’s tits
You are all aware the song was originally called ‘Heart-Shaped Coffin’, right?
Even at the quietest of volumes ‘End Of The Season’ sounds way too loud in my tender, sleepless ears.
She has single-handedly made it impossible for any little girl to look in the mirror and think, “I am naturally pretty… enough”.