No particular order:
-David Tibet (An acquired taste, for sure. But I've learned to love his horrible talk-singing)
-David Surkamp (Also and acquired taste. I don't know why I like effete, girly-voiced and nasally singers so much. First time I put that record...
No particular order:
-Caroline Crawley (R.I.P.)
-Nina Hagen (early works)
-Rose McDowall (even though she can't really sing)
-Claudia Brücken (in Propaganda)
-Lorita Grahame (Colourbox)
-Lydia Lunch (in Teenage Jesus & the Jerks. I really like her...
I should say not.
Anyway, can't help but laugh at the idea of "having a problem" with Iggy Pop if he didn't like Morrissey. "What a relieve" that he wasn't dissing him. Otherwise, we'd have a f***ing problem. Welcome to high school, where shit like that matters.
It's a good song, and it would certainly be a better replacement for AINTW, which seems more about parading a lot of pandering, low-hang fruit political notions that appeal to university students than actually being a good song (musically or otherwise). The thing is, AINTW deals with a...
I don't even like Phil Anselmo, but there is literally 0 context provided for this clip. More importantly, I don't see why anyone should care about this anyway (especially here. I'm sure there's just loads of Pantera fans on solo). I'll start getting all worked up about the dumb shit Phil...
+1... While I don't always think those moments where he loses control of his voice are "technically" good, the sense that he's overcome to the point that his voice starts to fall apart are made that much more affecting because of it. Good music is as much about feeling as it is melody.
Is anyone else sick to death of listening to a bunch of dads act all mawkish and sentimental in these dime-a-dozen articles/click bait pieces on The Smiths? I can't help but cringe when they wax nostalgic about how they heard "There Is a Light" and it "really spoke me as a lad in...
In alphabetical order, because I'm not patient enough to rank them:
All You Need Is Me
Children in Pieces
Good Looking Man About Town
I Like You
I'm Not Sorry
I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris
In the Future When All's Well
Julie in the Weeds
Kiss Me a Lot...