The Soundtrack of My Life
For the next hour, whether I live, die, begin convulsing, or get stricken down by electrical shock, I will wade through the waters of stupidity and select ten songs that comprise the “soundtrack of my life.”
Opinion
Duster, Liam McCay & sign crushes motorist
It’s wonderful that Duster blew up after 25 years, but tragic that it led to the creation of this low-effort depression-fetishizing nonsense.
I Can’t Dance to This…
Please stop being boring. I don’t want to hear your current music at the clubs anymore, I’m getting tired of it.
Art or Advert?
Most every song sounded like a criminal concoction of synths, cringeworthy lyrics, and out-of-place features.
On The Absence Of Fierceness
There’s a fierceness plague. Everyone is trying to eat, but there were already no crumbs left on the plate.
Gay Guys SUCK
It seems that the real call is coming from inside the house.
Hey Cold War Kids! Don’t Even Think About “Hanging Me Up To Dry”
Cold War Kids, you darn corndogs, you. All love. And reader, if you too are part of the Certified “Hang Me Up To Dry” Hate Club, email me. Let’s get lunch.
“Blackout” Turns 17: A Retrospective
It is manic and dizzying; it is brilliant.
The Death of the Guitar Band: Popular Music in the Streaming Era
As the music industry assimilates into the age of streaming, the future of guitar bands faces dire uncertainty; bands that thrive in live settings must now adapt in order to adhere to the rigid standards of the music industry.