No versus shit this time. Continue reading
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This review is brought to you by the promise that I’d start writing whenever I felt I had something to say about a record, new or old. Also, real quick, before anyone gets anything I say twisted, fuck all the patriarchal bullshit in the world that crushes my friends and their friends and the people we’re not friends with yet. This is not a defense for you or any pigs. This is just a review of an album. Continue reading
I felt compelled to write this after posting the award dump where it’s revealed that my personal pick was this record, and I felt there’s kind of an explanation required. Continue reading
This is probably not a surprise if you have directly talked to us at any point after September, but before we talk about this album, let’s talk about MEEEEE. Continue reading
I thought nostalgia was defeated. This is the part of the movie trailer where the camera rises up from darkness, filming a busy sidewalk and playing it back in fast forward. I really thought we’d gotten over it. Daft Punk’s album came and went, now most known for the backing song of that thing Colbert did instead of an artistic statement of any value. That was the monster suddenly coming back to life for one last swipe before it really died, I thought. Camera passes through the concrete, somehow ending up exactly in a lit, large sewer. A shadow grows on the center framed wall. Sting, followed by sudden cut to black.
I was wrong. Continue reading