Moondag Review of Stuff
Some bloke interviewing Simon Reynolds, a music critic we took seriously back when it still seemed to make sense to take music critics seriously:
In the introduction to Rip It Up and Start Again, you write: �As a rock critic, when you reach a certain age, you begin to wonder if all the mental and emotional energy you�ve invested in this music was such a shrewd move. Not exactly a crisis of confidence, but a creasing of certainty�. Similarly, in Totally Wired, you wonder if the �searching for utopia through music� wasn�t �a mistake�. Aren�t these doubts mainly due to the fact that music no longer occupies the central cultural role that it did during the punk and post-punk years?
These aren't those times, but if you remember them and fancy reliving them or don't remember them and wonder what they might have been like, here is Archived Music Press's scan of the Stud Brother's review of Loop's not-especially-seminal-with-hindsight Fade Out.
When Melody Maker folded a lot of the writers washed up in Uncut, where the Velvet Underground and the Stooges are firmly established in the canon but the greatest rock and roll star of all time is probably Neil Young and many of the duller writers have a distressing tendency to review only the lyrics of songs.
Meanwhile, we're listening to Wolfmother's Cosmic Egg - they're one of those sm�rg�srock pick'n'mix bands - the usual Hawkwind+Sabbath of stoner rock, with just too much prog seasoning for our taste - that Australia has come to specialise in sending out on tour for years at a time until they wear down the world's resistance, and why not?
In particular we're going to see them live, which will be the first time we've done something like that for years. We're curious about the demographic they pull in: are there still pop kids to fling filth at these days?