Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"get him outta my face!"

can't deny the level of yawn for the black crowes (ed note: ballbuster's bat signal just went off). to these ears, their sludgy blend of rock star posturing and rootsy trappings makes us appreciate foghat & april wine for being what they were, dummass rock bands w/ no pretensions other than sleeping with my girlfriend (hold up). this, however, is quite possibly the funniest news story of the year, and not just because it happened on rock journalism & tittie behemoth maxim's watch, but because we got a sneaking suspicion they won't have to change anything about the review once they do hear the record.

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