Pissing-off twattish, indier-than-thou pillocks is a good enough reason for me.
"Beady Eye almost certainly exist because following the departure of Noel Gallagher, nobody else in Oasis – Liam Gallagher, Gem Archer, Andy Bell or Chris Sharrock – could think of anything better to do."
That's cos there isn't anything better to do, you twat. Beady Eye exist because being in a rock'n'roll band and travelling the world playing to adoring fans is the best fucking job in the world. Thom Yorke just makes it look depressing as fuck cos he's a whiney, miserable bastard. I'm sure Liam could spend the rest of his life sat on his arse watching Rastamouse and Spongebob Squarepants, but he loves making music and being in a band. And why the fuck not? It's better than being a sodding critic. Unfortunately, like most desperate-to-be-cool tossers who write about music these days, you've completely missed the point. The real question you should be asking is: can't you think of anything better to do than write shit reviews about bands you will never understand in a million years?
As for the album, I think it's fucking great. It's melodic rock'n'roll pop music, not shitting Radiohead or any of the million other tedious, Pitchfork-endorsed, professionally scruffy schmindie bands with beards that whine like fucking mummy's boys. Talking of which, why is it that all the bands that get favourable reviews on DiS look and dress exactly the same as the people who write the reviews on DiS? A coincidence? I think not. To paraphrase some bloke who once said something similar about Elvis Costello, the reason critics love Radiohead is because they all look like Radiohead. In twenty years, when people look back on the 00s alternative scene, all they'll remember is an indistinguishable mass of bands who look like middle-aged geography teachers playing to audiences who aspire to look like middle-aged geography teachers. Where are all the genuine, 24-carat pop stars that have been nourished and cultivated by the likes of DiS or Pitchfork? There aren't any. And there never will be.
The 50s had Elvis Presley, Little Richard and Chuck Berry. The 60s had John Lennon, Mick Jagger and Jimi Hendrix. The 70s had Marc Bolan, David Bowie and Johnny Rotten. The 80s had Boy George, Robert Smith and Morrissey. The 90s had Kurt Cobain, Liam Gallagher and Jarvis Cocker. And, thanks largely to the bland, privileged, generic, schmindie-loving cunts who dominate music criticism these days, the 00s had... er, that scruffy looking bloke with the beard who sings in that band who sound a bit like that other band with the singer who looks scruffy and has a beard. Thanks DiS. Thanks Pitchfork. You really shouldn't have. You pricks.
in America's arse cheek.
may not be the greatest band in the world but they piss all over Interpol. Shame about NYPC though. I like them.
that drag this site into the mire. You make me sick.
How is M.I.A anything like The Twilight Sad?
How is Dizzee Rascal anything like The Twang?
How is Lucky Soul anything like Gallows? How is Electrelane anything like Lady Sovereign?
How is Jamie T anything like Klaxons?
How is Hodouken! anything like The Pipettes?
Considering the US has a population of 300 million compared to the UK's 60 million, I think we should be thankful we have as much diversity and talent as we do. It's so easy to say everything in this country is shit without making any worthwhile contribution at all. I guarantee there were people just like you saying the British music scene was rubbish in 1977, 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981... 2005, 2006, 2007.
According to your bio you're 34 years old Tell me, how is it possible to get to that age and still be less intelligent, witty and insightful than a turd eating maggot with frontal lobe damage?
Or the fucking Red Hot Chili Peppers. Thank Heavens for small mercies.
I see what you've done there. Clever. Except Kate Nash is lovely.
She really is that posh. I've met her. She makes Sophie Ellis-Bexter sound like the Artful Dodger.
And so what if the vocals are contrived, anyway? Kate Nash gets slagged for being a posho trying to sound common, and now Sarah Nixey is dissed for doing the opposite. Yet no one says anything about Bob Dylan. Where's the justice?
Yet more dirgey, unutterably depressing shite from a band that totally misses the point of both Joy Division and the entire post-punk movement. And it gets 9/10? Fuck me. This is clearly a band for people who think Thom Yorke is just that little bit too happy-go-lucky these days.
If I wanted to listen to white, rich, middle-class Americans moaning about their supposedly 'miserable' lives I'd become a fucking shrink and charge $500 an hour for the 'privilege'. I certainly wouldn't pay £7.99 to listen to the wallowing tossers. 9/10, my arse.
The Libertines are about as iconic as Mark Knopfler from Dire Straits' less famous, less talented, less iconic brother David. He didn't even wear a fucking headband, the loser.
Pulp never got anywhere till Jarvis started writing brilliant pop songs like Lipgloss. If a young Jarvis had written Fluorescent Adolescent then Pulp wouldn't have spent fifteen years playing toilets. And Jarvis likes Arctic Monkeys.
In the words of Tracey, the cheesy Quaver from Big Brother, deal wiv it.
That's why I've bought an arsenal of ex-Soviet weaponry to hurry the process along.
And not a testicle between them.
A young Jarvis would have been proud of this tune.
Pretty good review too. Shame this forum is full of moronic philistines incapable of lateral thinking though, hence the dissing.
who thinks Muse are more than three times better than The Clash. On your own head be it.
And you say I have awful taste? Oh dear.
Cos I don't see it.
You're the cunt.
2/10 for the review.
I could be a Muse fan.
actually, no I didn't. I always knew they were shit.
is that Interpol are "arty" in the same way that The Offspring are "punky".
Vincent Van Gogh was arty. There's nothing arty about mimicking Ian Curtis' voice really badly over sub-Coldplay dirges.
We have to put up with this sort of shit all the time.
Joy Division are fucking brilliant; Editors are above average; and Interpol are fucking rubbish. End of.
than a wordsmith, but it's still good to have him around.
but it's still an immense album. With Dizzee, Wiley, Kano, Bizzle, Roll Deep and Newham Generals all releasing albums this year grime could be in for a bit of a revival. It's never gonna go truly overground, but in many ways that is a good thing.
And rap without braggadocio is like tennis without balls. And I'm not talking about women's tennis.
that will inexplicably get indie kids in a lather. The thing about rrrawk is it's supposed to be completely bonkers and therfore highly entertaining. The reason bands like Black Sabbath, AC/DC and Iron Maiden were great is cos they were monumentally hilarious. QOTSA, and Josh Homme in particular, just isn't funny. He's too concerned with being 'cool' to be funny. So what's the point, then? Orange Goblin and Fu Manchu are miles better cos they're not scared to sound daft.
How anyone can listen to this dreary shite is a mystery to me. If Editors are a poor man's Joy Division then this lot must be a poor man's Editors. Terrible.
cos I always thought they were shite.
I was thinking more about the Elsa/Alka Seltzer bits. But then that's the genius of Noel. Even his meaningless nonsense songs have moments of transcendent clarity and meaning.
Hello - tune
Wonderwall - tune
She's Electric - tune
Champagne Supernova - tune
Don't Look Back In Anger - tune
Roll With It - tune
The rest of it's a load more tunes.
They were, are and always will be a rock'n'roll band. They survived the death of Britpop and they transcend the snobby, elitist, up-its-own-arse world of shambling indie.
You're spouting shite. As per.
some people prefer Blur, some people prefer Oasis. One thing we can be sure of, both Blur and Oasis piss on At The Drive-In from a great height.
and you still like At The Drive-In? Now that is embarrassing. I saw through all that sub-MC5, shouty, tuneless, overly-pretentious, try-hard shite when I was 24.
You find songs about cigs & alcohol cringeworthy? I find songs that contain utterly meaningless but supposedly deeply meaningful lyrics like...
"a vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection semi-automatic colonies and a silencing that still walks the streets in the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews the federales perform their custodial customs quite well"
...extremely cringeworthy. Frankly, compared to that bad sixth-form beat poetry shite Cigs & Alcohol is positively Shakespearean.
At The Drive-In were, are and always will be a load of old shite listened to by people who think they're cleverer than they actually are. At least us Oasis fans know Supersonic is meaningless. What's your excuse?
The world would be a much duller place without Liam and Noel. They are rock'n'roll.
documents a key period in the life of a classic rock'n'roll band. I wouldn't be without any of 'em. Even Heathen Chemistry.
You ain't got a clue.
Several times, in fact. Never saw Beth though, unfortunately.
Now there's a proper rawk band.
but like a lot of these '9/10 in indie rock circles' bands around these days, where are the truly memorable songs? Songs that will stand the test of time? Like Ghost Town, Fools Gold, Smells Like Teen Spirit, This Charming Man, Live Forever, Love Will Tear Us Apart, Guns Of Brixton, Common People, Blue Monday, etc...
It's all well and good giving these types of records rave reviews now, but in ten years time will this record really be comparable to London Calling or The Queen Is Dead - albums that have truly great songs that still resonate years later? I doubt it.
So, yeah, it's pretty good in an indie rock kind of way. But that's all it is. Let's not go over board.
as she finished 6th in the go-kart race at the Pole Position track in Leeds.
Still, it's refreshing to read a news article about the essovee that includes the word cricket and not the other dreaded c-word.
And I don't mean cunt.
Is he jealous? Mefinks so.
the hairdresser off of Shipwrecked.
Better than Bloc Party by a trillion light years. Another band Kele has slagged off for being stupid, by the way.