Everett True reckons that Artists Should Stick To Art instead of making mixtapes of obvious dad rock. If mixtapes made by artists are so disappointing in real life, I think we should invent some fantasy selections.
Everyone is making these “reviews of the year”, so I guess it’s my turn.
Between January and March, I mostly listened to Lady Gaga and 30 Seconds to Mars. I was disappointed with This Is War, but didn’t hate it on first listen. I haven’t listened to it at all since March. Otherwise, my year pretty much went like this (checks Facebook):
watched Avatar. Three hours was not long enough to be looking at Sam Worthington. … Him Indoors kept referring to the Na’vi as “smurfs” – 02 January at 20:37
The ever-dependable Collapse Board introduced me to this little treat today. A note of caution before we proceed: the lyrics are f***ing terrible. I mean, they really are abysmally, offensively bloody awful in an “I’m-as-serious-as-cancer-when-I-tell-you-rhythm-is-a-dancer” sort of way. Utter tosh.
Luckily, the rest of it is as great as the lyrics are bad. Big, pounding drums, jagged Wild West guitars and a beautifully catchy chorus of tuneful but inexpertly-sung vocals. Jerry says it reminds him of The Slits, but I’m thinking Bow Wow Wow. I’ve played it twice in the past five minutes and it won’t be the last time tonight – and, best of all, it’s free! Just sign up to the mailing list and they’ll send you a link for the download.