(from A Public Space 03)
Very descriptive, very intricate description of one night in one club for one working class band. Fun stuff. When it came to one or two specifics, some parts of this story rang a bit false. I say this because I’m a music critic. And by that I mean: reading somebody else’s writing about music requires me to say I found something false in it somewhere. It’s a reflex. It’s instinct. The competitive negativity.