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Bit of a hero, isn't he?
Apart from his taste in crisps.
This piece on Elliott Smith was terrific http://fuckyouneilkulkarni.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/elliott-smith-from-basement-on-hill.html
literally laughed out loud, because he's had a point and put it across in just the most humorous way, but overall I just get this over-riding feeling of bitterness and snark masquerading as passion.
and I love his writing. But re you point, I do think there’s something slightly problematic about how easily the mythology of the righteously angry male writer seduces a certain kind of reader - other forms of enthusiasm are available, etc. But yeah, Kulkarni specifically is intelligent and brilliant and it’s a shame he’s not in a position to write more.
Rather than the SU bar ponderousness of most recent music journalism.
on his writing http://www.godisinthetvzine.co.uk/2013/10/14/interview-neil-kulkarni/
my favourite music journalist of "all time". If you want to continue to be amused by his outpourings, you can subscribe to his feed on Facebook.
why I put "all time" in quotes in the post above. I typed it very fast and have no idea where that came from.
Didn't realise he was still writing. I was a big fan of his stuff when he wrote for Melody Maker and Uncut throughout the 90's. I got into Wu-Tang, Girls Against Boys, and Lee Marvin through his writing. Also, he's from my hometown, Coventry. I used to see him in a nightclub called the Colloseum during the mid 90's but was too scared to say hi :D
I'll have to check out what he's doing these days.
and read some of his writing.
Always has been. And I'm not just saying that 'cos I'm a fellow Coventrian.
Love this review of The Enemy:
"Coventry City Council (or rather the private company CV1 that now run our town centre) were daft enough, once the Enemy had hit big, to plaster our ring-road (I pray the title of this new album is unconnected) with Clarke's face. As if us Coventrians should be proud that The Enemy have taken their lies worldwide. As if we wanted to greet each grey morn seeing this him on our way to work, and potentially before we'd even eaten breakfast. Inevitably, it took about a day before a massive spunk-spurting cock was spray-painted onto his forehead – a move seemingly un-noticed by CV1, and one that's provided a genuinely warm-fuzzy feel of civic pride every time I've driven past it since."
Ah we were spoiled back in the late 80s/early 90s, when music writing like this was the rule rather than the exception.