Deerhunter lead singer Bradford Cox on his eventful Friday night: “The guy put his gun up to my temple and said ‘give me EVERYTHING motherfucker I aint fucking with you’ I just mumbled something and he put his hands in my pants and took everything I had. More »
Everybody loves Deerhunter! Well, maybe not everybody, but certainly everybody who enjoys droning, drifting guitar melodies and the occasional peyote chip. More »
As Consumer Guide tastemaker Robert Christgau once noted, there is so much recorded media coming forth every day, from major-label pushes to Myspace uploads, that it is physically impossible to listen to it all. Our disgruntled postal carrier brings more bubble-packed mailers daily, and there’s no hope of our “to listen to” pile going down anytime soon.
At the risk of being buried under hundreds of jewel cases, we have taken the sage advice of gonzo rock writer Richard Meltzer to heart. Meltzer, ever the curmudgeon, considered promo albums precious commodities–provided you didn’t break the shrink wrap on ’em, as doing so reduced their resale value. After the click-through, Andy Beta fords the Waterworld that is the Information Age with his eyes rather than his ears.
