Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
So good. They’ve moved on from the gym to the boxing alleys.
I’m not saying Sleigh Bells are visionaries. I just think they’re paying very close attention. They push the logics of consumerism/consumption/celebrity to their breaking point, a grotesque extreme that would qualify as parody if it didn’t feel so real.
Last year was sensational for music. This year was even more sensational.
I like this 21st Century groove, the cut-off jeans, the shadow boxing, the way everything is distorted and MEGA and seizure-inducing. the shallowness of the concept and the embracing of the NOW.
I don’t have the slightest problem with Europop or K-Pop or ‘Barbie Girl’ or hipster shit.
Just do me a favor and don’t count.
As pop, it’s irritating and destructive. As rock, it could give a fuck. What more could you ask for?
Thus, Ms. Rikki, the following list of 12 cults far better to cultivate than the cult that Cults’ Cults will inevitably inculcate