The interviews aren’t so interesting. There’s a part of me that just switches off when I see questions and answers listed under each other: I prefer prose to script. Anyway, the site isn’t called Mark Prindle’s Interviews, because then it would be s*** and everyone would ignore it. The reviews are wonderful – I stumbled on them a while back and keep referring back to them because they make me laugh. Stream-of-conscious irreverence – I don’t have to agree with every word, but, like Yahtzee, there’s much wisdom amidst the mirth. The descriptions are vivid and eloquently expressed, although occasionally he meanders too far off topic and makes the odd misstep – particularly when he’s trying to be offensive for its own sake. The site’s been going since 1996, hence its format being more suited to a blog (as comments are encouraged) but its setup predates the blogging age. Here’s his take on some of my favourite albums:
I’m smarter now than I was when I reviewed Hybrid Moments by the Misfits. The Linnkin Park aesthetic merges four distinct types of music into one incredibly unlikable whole: (a) heavy Helmet-style grunge nu-metal chords, (b) dull “tough guy” rapping, (c) electronica and (d) boy-band r’n'b sissyass vocals. How come nobody in today’s media ever mentions that Chester The Molester has a pussy boy-band ‘N Sync singing voice? He totally does! And half the time, the backing music is light and tinkly enough to sound EXACTLY like a Backstreet Boys ballad until the loud guitars come in during the chorus.
Actually, I loved Meteora, but I’m smirking at that description. Continue reading