…or no time, no life, or no chance to actually LISTEN PROPERLY to all this music (much of it shit) that people are flinging at us, desperate for us to play it, write about it, spread the word about it, wipe our arses with it etc etc etc… Just because your boy told you that your bleeps and blips are some hot shit, it doesn’t actually mean that real people – you know, like out in the real world – will actually want to listen to your cd. Its gonna be my new coaster, you wally. Leave me alone.
While I get ready to go back to bogland by rearranging and packing crates of music that I know I’ll never play, and feeling guilty about not writing reviews, I’d like you lovely ladies and gents to read the following pieces by people-who-I-check-regularly (nh) who have been more active that me lately. Once I get my musical house in order, normal service will resume (big shouts to mattmatical btw, who has continued to provide me with content over the past couple of weeks)
Noz doesn’t like Gnarls Barkley. This is so close to my own opinion about this type of shit-hop, that I almost could have written it. Except I didn’t. Noz did. He also writes this. Check it. Religiously.
Captain Bee strikes a blow for all confused men (no homo). Bow at his feet, beeyatches.
Humanity Critic comes through with the insightful dating play-by-play. Golden.
Jimi Izrael speaks some real talk on this Duke thingy, as well as giving regular Bible Class-attendees a clinic on strip club game.
Wasteland Drifter is actually one of those sad bastards who seems to like Gnarls Barkley. I won’t hold that against him though (nh). Nor the fact that he’s sleeping on his review and posting job over here. The tool. Check him out on his own corner of the universe, as he throws some remixes out for perusal, and gets his score prediction for Everton wrong. Again.
With that, I bid you a-jew.