In a deleted scene from Pulp Fiction, Mia Wallace explains to Vincent Vega that one can like both the Beatles and Elvis, but everyone has to prefer one to the other, even slightly, and whichever one you choose says something about you.
So, in this case:
Iggy or Ozzy?
Lou Reed or Robert Fripp?
Hacienda or Helvete?
At a gig waiting for the band in question to take the stage which would beless of a non sequitur to hear over the PA: “Carry On Wayward Son” or “Pretty Vacant”?
That’s pretty harsh. I don’t even think 1914 would have deserved something like this.
My favorite column of the year. Last year it steered me to Gris (A L’Ame enflame, L’Ame Constellee… is my favorite black metal album of all time aside from Emperor’ first 2 at this point) and Inter Arma among many others. Can’t wait to dive into this list.
My few cents:
6. Pallbearer – Overshadowed by YOB in my mind, but still very good.
5. Opeth – Pale Communion – maybe y’all don’t like this one, but it is certainly metal enough to qualify IMO.
4. YOB – Marrow – got over the title track’s glancing resemblance to ‘Wicked Game’ and now hear it for the beautiful doom that is.
3. StarGazer – A Merging To The Boundless – A late entrant released on Dec 2. I fucking love this band.
2. Morbus Chron – Sweven – A rich tapestry of cosmic progressive death metal. Awesome.
1. Spectral Lore – III – A massive tapestry of cosmic progressive black metal. Equally Awesome.
Honorable Mention: Jute Gyte: Can’t say I love either one entirely but I am thankful that they exist! Fuck whoever said there’s nothing new under the sun!
Have you ever heard Murmur?
When Mike Stipe starts bearing a resemblance to Orson Welles, you know we’re living in the future.
Chris Martin’s faux-humility was somewhat charming back when Coldplay were doing some decent work. Nowadays, he just comes off as the Hugh Grant of rock ‘n roll.
Someone imported “The Scientist” into their DAW at the wrong speed over a loop of a beat from a Lorde song!
It’s time for this band to make a conscious uncoupling with continued existence.
Whatever it takes to keep Diddy away from trying to be an actor.
The Grammys are a television program. Nothing more. Their ratings were declining for quite some time so, a few years ago, out of desperation, they took a stab at legitimacy by focusing on the likes of Arcade Fire and Bon Iver and it did not work. Then Whitney Houston died and they had their most successful show in decades, so, since then, they have been loading up on the cheese. That’s about it. There really isn’t anything to wring one’s hands over. The Grammys do not say anything about the state of pop music. The Grammys only say anything about the Grammys themselves and the kind of audience that would spend 2-3 hours of a Sunday night watching an awards show.
Wayne Coyne is doing a duet with skittles on Heady Fwend II.