I remembered I had (or had had) a blog a few nights ago. I wondered to myself why I didn't write in it anymore and then decided regardless of the reasons: Children (multiple now), job searches (made redundant), mental imbalance (borderline depressed) that I should fire up this fucker and get back into having terribly opinionated yet at the same time aft utterly uneducated opinions on music. It's my niche, it's what I do. In the past this blog has been key in keeping the wolf from the proverbial door so much like Michael Gira suddenly going 'ooooh shit! Swans!' (in a 'I've left the iron' on style) I am reactivating 32RPM hence forth. More on what you've been missing out on in the guise of 'reviews' (see thinly veiled self help sessions) as we move forward...
So what's been going on in the year and something since I deemed it expedient to tap shit out on a grubby silver porn-tired Mac?
This guy.
Ever wonder what Bob Dylan would sound like if he had been born in 1998 and came from Nottingham?
No me neither.
If you own this you are either a relative or a fucking stool sample. If you are a relative it's not too late to buy him a copy of 'Beneath The Remains' by Sepultura and fix the course of history.
In my humble opinion, on a scale of 1 to 10 this is a monkey pissing in it's own mouth.
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