Anonymous
8/28/2025, 8:25:22 AM
No.127548094
>Sometimes in the late '80s, after I'd published a few derogatory words about Swans in contexts I no longer recall--possibly Voice Choices or something?--I got a letter from Michael Gira or someone claiming to be Michael Gira with a hand-written message explaining that the gluelike residue on the paper was Gira's semen and a few of his pubic hairs. By this time I'd decided that Swans weren't as funny as my B plus said they were, so I was convinced by this missive never to listen to them again. In fact, however, I did, early in this decade; don't remember which latish Swans album the Pitchfork boys got so exercised about, but I played it more than once and decided I'd done my duty. I can't say I was surprised when a few years ago singer Larkin Grimm accused Gira of raping her.
Anonymous
8/22/2025, 7:53:44 AM
No.127477886
Private Music [Reprise, 2025] The Deftones' latest, a sonic equivalent of a gentrified loft's exposed brick, postures as alt-metal profundity but delivers only the predictable angst of middle-aged men chasing their own echoes. It's less a record than a lifestyle brand for aging Hot Topic devotees; all brooding affect and zero surprise, as if Chino Moreno's wail could mask the absence of anything resembling a fresh idea. Private, sure - but mostly in the sense that nobody else would care to intrude. D+