Are you guys sometimes worried we have created a generation of critics who are too afraid to create original work because people are just SO GOOD at being critics these days!? Like, I LOVE to critic stuff, it is one of life’s great joys but also - it’s gross. I mean fun fun fun to bag out shit of out things but also it is fun to create words, arts and musics. IT IS REALLY FUN!
Sometimes we forget that but other times we remember but then remember it is HARD to find the energy to be creative so we watch another episode of Gossip Girl in bed and tweet about how stupid it is. Probably every one of you reading has done that and I do it every night. Cool blog posting. I’m going to play the guitar now.
(If I can be bothered reaching for it)
xoxo
gg
(gossip guy)
I want to start a blog where I just post about bits of songs I like. Mostly because there are not ENOUGH blogs on the internet (there are so few when you think about, probably like 5 billion only) but also because it’s 2012 and listening to an entire SONG is such a chore! Imagine listening to an entire album! It would feel like an entire DEGREE! VERY LONG!
Mostly I want to say that the the 40 seconds after the first 20 seconds of Kevin Devine’s “Another Bag of Bone’s” are AMAZING! And then the next couple of minutes are good too but probably not quite as good. So anyway, Kevin Devine! Writing! He is a good one! Keep it up, mate. Love you.
xoxo
GG
(gossip guy)
updating tumblr because why not?
ALSO TUMBLR! WHERE U BEEN PAL? :)))))))
“However fierce our band was in the past, imagine me, six-foot-two, in heels, fucking screaming into someone’s face.” — LAURA JANE GRACE, on the future of Against Me! (via affably)
(Source: mtv.com, via deadradio)
(Source: bottlerockit, via raptoravatar)
New cars are gross, disgusting and inhuman. No wonder people have car accidents all the time - when your car is that smooth, shiny and cut off from the world you stop paying attention. And crash. And die. Probably.
Real cars should cough, sputter and shake at traffics lights. You should drive in the constant fear that you car could fall apart at any minute. You should have to drive with the windows down so you don’t suffocate on fumes or die of Hot Car Disease. We forget that cars are powered by mechanical things that propel four wheels at fucking startling speeds, in a sea of people and OTHER cars. That’s insane!
At the very least in this nightmare world of metal and petrol we should know that we’re contributing to it. No pretending you’re not part of the problem with your LED speedometer and AC. Cruise into a parking spot in a shroud of carbon monoxide or instead drive your sleek machine into a fucking tree.
Guys, can someone please point me towards the one blog on Tumblr that is posting all the original content that everyone reblogs because OMG this place is a FUCKING mine-field of boring repeats? Thanks?
Cool.
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Punk is the only genre that matters because powerchords.
Can we talk about this album for a minute? This tumblr is mostly me spitting hyperbole about music so I will keep with that theme okay, because this is one of the best (and most overlooked) punk albums of recent (5 years or whatever?) times. Pretty much it’s the snottiest, greatest and catchiest critic of Christianity and modern America (the world?) since forever.
The Thermals have always been snide, nasal and catchy but they never really had any real focus, kind of lost in a sea of powerchords with a few cool songs here and there. Until this album. They are SO mad on this album! AND SO GOOD! The vitriol fucken’ blasts through every song on this gem. It’s all very teenage and “that guy in your year 10 religious education class who always argued with the teacher” but like, who the cares? It’s like they made the album that Bad Religion have been trying to make since the start of the 1900s, except without any of the pretence (or average songwriting).
Pretty much this album is about God being a dickhead and how scary it is that the US is just lapping up his asshole-isms as scripture. The ferocious opening track sets the tone and it never lets up. Sure it’s patchy but sometimes the best albums need the average to show how good the good is. I bet that is a thing. When this album is on, it is covered in petrol and friggin’ burning. It’s a blistering critic of everything that scares liberal America (and Australia?) and it owns. Bye.