I Was Going To Write An Epic Post, But...
I'm fucking knackered. So, adventures in Morris Dancing, lists of musical wrongness/righteousness, why watching Clerks again reminded me of the (deservedly) outrageous manner in which certain customers got dealt with when "The Old Firm" still ruled the roost at HMV and lots of other crap will have to wait a day or two. I will say this though, the new Comets On Fire album is fucking weedy bollocks. One good song, two and a half minutes long, forty odd minutes of weak shite that sounds like a cross between Wishbone Ash and Kansas with a side order of fucking Black Crowes. But I shall elaborate further in the next post, cos my brain can't quite muster the enthusiasm needed to administer the fucking kicking that this limp excuse for southern-fried psuedopsych deserves.
posted by Dr Wommm @ 12:03 PM
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What an immensely disappointing band they are. Who'd have thought they'd disappear up the arse of cccclllaaasssic rrrrrrockkkkk so quickly?
The next one's gonna sound sound like fucking Styx
Not that good. At least Styx were what they were, rather than a shitty xerox copy like Comets.
I think I remember you bringing up Wookey Hole once upon a time.
Something horrible has happened there:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/08/02/AR2006080201872.html
The horror...
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