drakepress

Screw em.

Although there are a good few redeeming factors about Know Your Enemy. They were almost perfect, in my mind, with Richey and were still fantastic once he disappeared. Having listened to the new album, Journal for Plague Lovers, over and over again for the last few weeks, it truly is up there with one of their best. It reminds me of everything that made them vital and exciting, and there is still no one that compares, even without Richey. Genius band and the best album of 2009, against all the odds.

It'd be one thing if I thought he was even trying anymore, but I just don't think he gives a rat's ass. And he absolutely blows at writing about 'pop culture'. The first two albums are great of course, but not so great that we should care about the later dross

PRICK chard
or
PRAT chard

I find Pratchard rolls easier off the tongue

Bit contrived. Full of sullen kids having the following edgy exchanges:

"What up Holmes?"
"Don't salt my game Little Miss Sunshine"
"Wow you've the demean-her of a tequila swillin babychanger today"
"Hey Bunny boiler step your eggo away from my shmeggo"
"Listen Broseph I'm just chitshattin wit ya, don't get all Seth Rogen up in my Tuesday pilates class"
"I'm pregnant Charlie Brown, that's what's going down"
"Oh"

Since when? Have they achieved Led Zeppelin levels of popularity or something?

"Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?"