Author: J T. Ramsay
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I’ve known all along that this would happen.
Liars announce their fourth album. I had always hoped that they’d alternate releases with Electrelane so I could always have a clear cut number one album of the year. If my Jackin’ Pop ballot had actually published, you would’ve seen that I’ve developed a pattern in my voting. On the other hand, maybe it will…
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Let’s take a walk beyond the corner.
Pitchfork celebrates Miles Davis’ birthday, Obtusity-style. Is Pitchfork becoming the Urban Outfitters of music criticism? Or did that happen a long time ago and I never noticed?
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I only wish I were kidding, but this may be real.
If you haven’t heard that new Smashing Pumpkins song that ‘MMR is playing like it’s 1995, wait about ten minutes. It’ll happen. I’m gonzo for it, but I spent most of my adolescence riding around in my Volkswagon blasting my radio-recorded “Disarm” on my crap car stereo for the better part of two years I…
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I’m on the other line right now. Call back later.
Why is it that whenever No Fun Fest happens, I’m at a graduation party? And seriously, No Fun bands should, ahem, band together and tour after the festival, or before it. I’d go, even if it meant heading to West Philly, provided I wasn’t at a graduation party that night.
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Hello, it’s me. You remember me, right?
Todd Rundgren should be inducted into the Stylus Hall of Fame. Like soon.