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The Mayor Holds Court
Have mercy on us all. The
Mayor of Rock and Roll has come to pass judgment.
Supplies Party!!! The Last Day of the Rest of Your Life
I sat on my amply padded ass and thought about Rock ní Rollís great ironies.
No, that doesnít mean I was thinking about glittery t- shirt decals, I was
actually thinking about the fact that Greg Norton was actually Husker Duís
token heterosexual. Who knew? I guess maybe he did, but thatís beside the
point. Or maybe it isnít.
After all, irony and Rock Ní Roll go together like olives and feta, they
really do. I mean, look at who actually puts out CDs, look at the people who
become the objects of major label bidding wars, look at the idiocy that
critics and audiences alike drool over. Supplies Party!!! has become none of
this yet, but I foresee a publicist's Swedish triplet come Ďtill you walk with
a permanent hunch having a wet dream on this one.
Inside the CD you have a photo of four moppety, mopey twats all trying to
rewrite the Ray Davies songbook by way of Sonic Youth. I donít know which
guy it is, but one of them is wearing big bugeye sunglasses under a very
fussed over, tousled bowl cut. I would very much like to punch him in his
Ah wellÖIím sure they have good company with Spoon, Trail of Dead and
their happy ilk. I can only sit in a dark room and hope they go the way of
Paw, Filter and Green Apple Quickstep. As it stands now, long may they
continue to impress critics and bore me.
Supplies Party !!! The Last Day of the Rest of Your Life 3.8/10. Review by the Mayor of Rock 'n' Roll.
All (re)views of the Mayor
represent only the Mayorís fragile mental state and not that of the
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