“…We’re not so much a reaction against what’s going on – it’s more down to the music that we’re into – but in terms of guitar music there hasn’t been much in terms of louder groups.” – Bored of cookie-cutter conformity in music?, The Guardian, 6/iii/ 2014.
That sentence nearly reaches ITO critical mass.
Are there any writers for the Guardian that you actually like? I read Alexis Petridis (who is a music critic, of all things), who’s wordy but has an unfailing ability to poke fun at the ridiculous. All his columns have at least one great part.
Unfortunately, a music critic is still a music critic, and sometimes he reverts to type.
Are there any writers for the Guardian that you actually like?
Steven Wells was in the Socialist Workers Party and was a big mate of Stewart Home. He was also one of the funniest and most verbally inventive writers I’ve ever read (see e.g. For the Love of Blog and Rooney: a snap judgment). But he seemed to know nothing about science and genetics and, as a SWPer/Guardianista, he couldn’t joke about things that need joking about, like anti-racism, feminism and bum-banditry. I also wish he could have experienced a society run by the SWP, just for a bit. But we are getting there.
I read Alexis Petridis (who is a music critic, of all things), who’s wordy but has an unfailing ability to poke fun at the ridiculous.
I like him and Anna Pickard’s ideo-aesthetic engagement with November Rain almost makes Guns’n’Roses worth it. But again, Petridis and Pickard can’t joke about certain sacred topics.