i hate the sound of guitars

“The Crassical Collection” is currently my favorite first-wave punk-band remaster series. Not only do the albums all come with gobs of bonus material, facsimile of the original art, and booklets jammed with essays, lyrics, art, and photos, but the new slip cases will join up to make a giant acid-washed Crass logo when my collection [...]

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You may have heard the story by now: Sick of Sarah leak their own album onto peer-to-peer sharing service; claim “platinum” status on basis of download counts; lotsa folks say, more or less, “Sick of who?“. More evidence, if you ask me, that it’s ridiculous to assert that each pirate download of a track is [...]

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So here’s the deal. Jess Hopper wrote a fine essay on “the blinded nostalgia trope of aging punk feminists” and I retweeted it (ugh, can’t believe I just used that as a verb). Friends saw it on facebook, commented to me, and I’d like to reply, but lite.facebook.com (aka the only facebook I think is [...]

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I had just enough leftover affection for Kay Hanley’s 90’s act Letters to Cleo to check out the previews for her new record, even though the only thing I remember about her solo debut Cherry Marmalade is that I felt like I didn’t need to hear anything on it twice. I’m really glad I gave [...]

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