When your want to check your brain at the door and just escape the toils of every day life, you can walk down to your corner bar and drown in a bottle of cheap gin with a divorcé with missing teeth, smoke a fat blunt (kinda being redundant there, but whatever) and rent Porky’s Revenge […]
When a band’s songs are titled “Don’t Start a Band,” “Turn the Radio Off,” “One Hit Wonderful,” “Your Guts (I Hate ‘Em),” and “We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful,” (Okay, the last one’s a Morrissey cover, which pretty much speaks for itself), it’s terribly tempting to use all those titles to critique the […]
Sometimes I think you need marathon training for these music festivals. To really cover a show, you need to have your stopwatch out and run from one stage to the next. So it was perplexing to wander inside and see such a mass of people sitting on the grass doing nothing with so much activity […]
