The worst thing about reviewing records is just how quickly you realise how much shit is being made under the banner of rock and roll. Tentatively, you reach into the sleeve, remove the disc and place it into the machine. You expect the worst, my friends. There are those who think I sit spider like in my web of evil, waiting to pour scorn down on whatever artist has had the misfortune to draw me as reviewer. It’s not true. I want every record to be great. I want to shout praise. I want to roll about in the sheer hedonistic pleasure of rock and roll.
The best thing about reviewing records is when something like this lands in your lap.Read More