Linkin Park seem somewhat hungry for press lately, going around dissing little ol’ indies band like they were… well, like they were rock nyc or something. Plus what right have LK to dis anybody when they suck so much and as for the spirit of rock and roll, or anything else for what matter, they wouldn’t understand it if it bit them on the butt.
Plus who can take Chester Bennington seriously?
Chester looks like Freddy Krueger dressed up for a meeting with the judge on his pre trial for murder, “It wasn’t me , your honor” and the Judge would take one luck at Chester and this is going to trial poste haste. Guilty of lousy rock and roll albums in the 1st degree, murdering both rock and rap.
How does Chester plead? Here he pleads to be taken seriously while talking to the NME about music festivals, but don’t you do it: “I always prefer to play inside. Rock and roll was not meant to played with the sunshine in your face. It can be done, but it’s done begrudgingly because we’re forced to do it. I think that it’s interesting, but the outdoor festivals killed the live experience a little bit. The whole idea of seeing a rockband is to be in a dark place with lights and the stage and to be part of the show. When you’re sitting on the grass in the sunshine, whether the lights are on, it doesn’t fucking matter – you’re just up there playing songs. Inside, dark, controlled environment, lights, loud music – always better.”
Man, he is the Chris Martin of rock rap.
Creem – America’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll Magazine, Reviewed Issue By Issue – October 1972 (Volume 4, Number 5)
We leap ahead almost a year
A flatout triumph from a major performer
New Wave pop bliss out
I WISH I HADN’T GONE
a time-capsule type of roster
Creem -America’s Only Rock ‘N’ Roll Magazine, Reviewed Issue By Issue – November 1971 (Volume 3, Number 6)
“Sure, we don’t pay much but then who else do ya know who’ll publish you?”
in the immortal words of Jason Isbell to me at Gov Ball a coupla years ago: “let’s do this…”
one of the great top tens of the 2020
old school Puerto Rican underground sounds
a masterful pop about loving a drug addict