And I am once again cited on Metacritic…although the pull-quote they chose is an odd one and doesn’t sum up what I had to say.
I rap around stairs, call me M.C. Escher.
Over at Best Fit, I wrote about the splendid new record from Cherry Glazerr. It might be their best one yet.
Oh, and BTW: This is one of those situations where I’m cited on Metacritic. (Like Oh Em Gee!)
This is peak hipster nostalgia. Releasing the silly cover of “Africa” on vinyl was bad enough. But now we have this. Just look at the art: They’re wearing cringeworthy ‘80s fashion, like oh-em-gee! Is hipster irony chic a thing? It is now. As for the music, it’s almost entirely a frustrating failure. The band needlessly smears power pop riffage over the originals. Meanwhile, Cuomo’s wooden delivery suggests Teal exists purely because the Toto cover went viral; this is social obligation, not enjoyment. The lone exception is Bell’s vocal on “Paranoid,” the only part of this that’s fun.
You can find it over at Medium. I don’t have much experience in writing fiction, so this is my attempt to get back into it.
It’s a quick read, about a thousand words.
I crushed three boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch today – call me cereal killer.
Really, really enjoyed Laura Jane Grace’s solo debut record. I wrote about it for Best Fit.
I scribbled a few words about The Primals’ debut album for Best Fit.
It’s good, not great. If you like Mudhoney and the Toadies, you’ll like this.
My last column for Spectrum Culture was a retrospective on The Offspring’s Americana, a record that was a big part of my middle school years.
Some of it hasn’t aged well, but I still think “The Kids Aren’t Alright” is a great single.