“This is the indie establishment”: Red Hot’s Day of the Dead
Disclaimer: I’ve probably never heard a Grateful Dead song in my life. At least not knowingly. This is an unfortunate position for me to be in, considering I am reviewing an album containing 59 covers of songs by the Grateful Dead. Just so you know. In 2009, the Red Hot Organization, fighting AIDS through pop […]
A brief history of Collapse Board
2010: Justin Edwards and Everett True found the site. It is intended as a radical alternative to the established Aus music press, with a focus on Brisbane. Meetings are held, where everyone stares blankly at everyone else. Drowned In Sound runs a series of articles asking “is music journalism dead?” 2011: Everett True brings in an array […]
Millions – Max Relax (Stop/Start)
By the unwritten law of lazy-ass journalism (and trust me – for a sound as lazy as this, we’ll need to respond in kind), I’m obliged to point out that Glenn Tilbrook produced this, and that his kids are part o’ Millions. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, THOUGH? Glenn’s better known as one of the wordsmiths […]
Bringing Up The Rear – Wallace’s Last Minute Best Of 2013
The worst thing about end of year polls is that they all come out in early December, which is hilarious because that means nobody got to talk about one of the best albums of the year. The Beyoncé album, called Beyoncé, was released with no fanfare, no reviews, and no warning. It then became one […]
Singles reviews | Arcade Fire, Haim, Paramore, Primal Scream
I totally blame Dave Grohl for this bullshit.
Song of the day – 673: Britney Spears
Judging Britney the same way you’d judge Dylan or Elliott Smith is like taking a baseball bat to a cricket game.
Singles reviews | Arcade Fire, Robin Thicke, Eliza Doolittle
My god, can you imagine how tiny Robin Thicke’s dick is? Judging by his over-compensation it must be Clarkson small, Gervais small, with a couple of tiny balls looking like Murun Buchstansanger.
Why you’re secretly an elitist (and why that’s a good thing)
Arcade Fire are like a hook-up in the toilets at a nightclub. They do the job, sure, but there’s nowhere to go beyond that.
Song of the day – 450: Bruce Springsteen (+ bonus album review)
It’s a thin between sounding authentic and sounding like you’re writing the music for a future Levi’s advert.
