It doesn’t even matter except this song.
King Buffalo are kind of denying their nature on this album. I mean it’s great, but it’s not what they’re best at.
Jonathan Franzen wants you to take him seriously, but he’s more charming if you don’t.
This movie is the Olive Garden version of Mad Max. Everything is just a little less tasty.
If this movie had come out in the seventies, it would be in the Criterion Collection.
Nirvana fans suffer from the Mandela effect when they’re discussing In Utero. The punk rock record they’re talking about really is Bleach.
Not quite better than the sum of its parts, but the part are pretty good.
You don’t have to care about everything. You can’t anyway. You’re constantly being told that everything’s important, but it only is if enough people pay attention.
Don’t let snooty critics tell you that Nobody is just a John Wick ripoff. It’s so much more than that.
There’s a lot of stuff that’s fake-deep in our culture. Pro wrestling is fake-shallow.
This album is not quite music, but it will mess with your head in the best possible way.
If I had to summarize the message of Motörhead, it’s: don’t be afraid of anything, it’s going to happen to you anyway.
If Khanate and Sutekh Hexen had a child, it would sound someone like this.
I don’t care what The Village Voice says or whatever. This is not a good movie.
