If I were a critic waiting to bang the gong, I would struggle reviewing Ultraflatulence. The whole experience is so beige. I think I drift in and out of consciousness listening to it. Lord knows, one second I start listening to Shades of Tumblr Filters and the next I wake up mid-Remixed My Way Up To The Top 10 not knowing where the day's gone.
It's like when a wasp flies in through your window. You acknowledge it's existence and the droning buzz in the background, but ultimately you know it will have zero implications on your life.
If I were a critic waiting to bang the gong, I would struggle reviewing Ultraflatulence. The whole experience is so beige. I think I drift in and out of consciousness listening to it. Lord knows, one second I start listening to Shades of Tumblr Filters and the next I wake up mid-Remixed My Way Up To The Top 10 not knowing where the day's gone.
It's like when a wasp flies in through your window. You acknowledge it's existence and the droning buzz in the background, but ultimately you know it will have zero implications on your life.
Well thank god you're not a critic and you won't have to struggle to do a review, good for you sis
Buy Ultraviolence June 17th at your local Target or record store.
I think about her live shows, such as the outdoor one she's due to play later that night, during which she'll respond to the constant screams – her fans are too busy taking photos to applaud – by letting her band jam away for 20 minutes while she wanders the photo pit, posing for selfies with fans in the front row. Surely during those moments she must love what she does.
I think about her live shows, such as the outdoor one she's due to play later that night, during which she'll respond to the constant screams – her fans are too busy taking photos to applaud – by letting her band jam away for 20 minutes while she wanders the photo pit, posing for selfies with fans in the front row. Surely during those moments she must love what she does.
Lol