By Scott Creney Look, I know the article’s probably meant to be bullshit and I’m a sucker for clicking on it in the first place (and for what it’s worth I held out a full day before curiosity got the better of me), but everything about this article stinks. And I know that in some […]
In its obsessions with identity, fantasy v. reality, the feeling of being watched, it couldn’t be more of its time.
I understand why Interpol’s considered a joke today. Even back in 2002 I understood why they were a joke. Everyone wants to be Joy Division, but nobody has ever wanted to be Interpol. The tragedy is that 99 per cent of the people who laugh at Interpol have a lot more in common with Interpol than they ever will with Joy Division.
This is what it feels like to be alive in 2012 — connected to everything and more isolated than ever.
The B-52’s music is truly collaborative — brothers, sisters, gay, straight and best friends. How could they be anything else besides fantastic?
One of the biggest things I struggle with regarding hip hop is lyrical content. A pervasive preoccupation with self-aggrandisement does little for me given the typical scope of a rapper’s goals (money, fame and ‘bitchez’).
In thinking of a few words to write for this post, and reminiscing back to Saturday, it struck me that despite everything, i.e. a dance music festival and an obscene amount of really obvious drug use, there wasn’t an awful lot of dancing actually going on. With perfect timing, the Guardian’s Indie Doctor addressed the […]
Parklife is one of life’s musical guilty pleasures, perhaps the guiltiest. It’s like a one day adventure into another world, somewhere I’d never normally go and I always enjoy it, a lot more than most photographers who complain about it year-on-year, and yet still put their hand up to cover it. There is a secret […]