I’ve talked a lot of shit about rock critics. The blame can be shouldered both by the smugly overzealous egghead types at pitchforkmedia.com and by the industry shills of Rolling Stone, Spin, and their ilk.
Reading an anthology of Lester Bangs’ writings, Mainlines, Blood Feasts, and Bad Taste, reminded me of the self-evident […]
… leave it to the Jehovah’s witnesses to take it to the next level altogether.
(via boing boing)