We are High Class Lit

Yeah, man, we don't give a crap about anyone's shit. Just like this guy.

For the record, demanding that allmusicguide.com changes some of its more horrendous reviews is not that outrageous of an idea. I mean, one sentence reviews that sum up an artists career? You really want those things to stick around?

This isn't nitpicking, we are in it to win it so to speak. We would like the artist and listener to benefit from decent reviews, because as much as we'd like to deny it, it is tastemakers like pitchforkmedia, allmusicguide, Rolling Stone and Better Homes and Gardens that influence what we listen to.

So yeah, sorry you were annoyed by our "nitpicking." Although, when viewing this body of work, aren't you just nitpicking us? Doesn't feel very good when I turn it around on you, huh? Probably makes you feel like the opposite of this guy:

Show me the New Way, Matthew Pinfield!!! Save me from your Hellfire!!!

Too Good to be True

I briefly mentioned Kids Incorporated this past week. And then I found this little slice of heaven.

These kids were born to rock your socks off of your feet! And what's that in the corner but a gorgeous key-tar, surely pumping out some sweet synthesized goodness!

Also, what similarity do the blonde girl sitting front and center,and the tiny Asian girl in the back share?

If you said, "It's the motherf-ing tambourine!" then you are right my friends!

Once again, the pure innocence of the tambourine brings together cultures to create a very denim, very tiny kind of world, where all children are musical prodigies with type A personalities.

Eat it Mickey Mouse Club!

And eat it Mickey, you'll never conquer us!!!
Why do you want to destroy our great nation of America, Mickey?

You dirty traitor rat! You'll never succeed!!!


Your blind optimism will get you nowhere, Benedict Arnold!
Also, stop flying your UFO's over our crops. Every last acre is necessary
to keep the Great Nation thriving! Also, no more anal probing!

The Ultimate Band You Never Need to Hear

HOLY SHIT!!!

If this isn't the great argument for image versus sound, then may God strike Michael McDonald and all his semi-celebrity-keytar loving-friends dead. But please, God, leave the Guitboard player alone.

That dude looks so fucking rocking. I need his his vest more than he will ever know.

Image versus Sound

A lot of this blog will refer to an unfortunate trend in music criticism. Almost every writer in the history of this craft cannot resist the pull of putting image over sound. It makes me angry, but here I am being pulled into the same dark labyrinth traversed by so many. It's only because I Google searched the word "fun" and found this picture.


I wish I knew what this band sounded like. It must be fucking awesome. Look to the lower right corner of this picture. That old woman is ALL ABOUT that guitar-board, or key-tar, or whatever moniker you wish to apply.

And so am I. Throw on a Baron Samedi top hat and I've already bought your 10 song zydeco compilation at the merch table. I am human after all.