http://busterlangs.com hates music. can't write. Sat, 10 Jul 2010 03:20:40 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Your favorite critic is coming out of retirement to deliver his sermon on the state of music... http://busterlangs.com/?p=35 ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=34 gravel dirt and clay this old road kris kristofferson stone and glass paved masterpiece asphalt modern art lava and straw album don was produced broken rocks recorded mud and brick songs straight and narrow performances long and winding listen hard to this old road kris kristofferson ray davies neil young pete townsand ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=30 I'm back. http://busterlangs.com/?p=29 It's obligatory. The trumpeting. The curtseying. The reverence. They drive their big motorcars up to the Harvest shrine and drop to their knees nodding to the noodling twiddle twaddle folksong bible babble. Hey old man you got your dignity. Your catalogue divinity. The sameness-i-tude squeakifying from out the vague child ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=28 Sulphur-belching electromagnetic distortion-nuked rock-blasting unit pauses to make acoustic masterwork and breaks down flat. This thing ain't no American Beauty, no Rubber Soul no Sea Change no satori moment. It swerves dangerously towards a steel horse, and takes fourth place at an English folk revival meeting. Nothing like a howl. A ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=24 Transistors or tubes. Tight or raw. Pink or chocolate. Glazed or powdered. The rock music buying public falls back on a vinyl daydream poly-fiber pillow. Brevity masquerading as that something concise that saved pop n' roll - a yawning jellyroll filled crispy cream scheme. Dumpsters, landfills, mines of recycled plastic ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=17 That kind of production that hurts your ear. That kind of trash compactor drunken philosophy Phil Specter threw down on the Ramones in the last century. Where distortion is just another flavor and feedback is something like a sigh. That sound that somehow makes you actually feel a little nauseous. ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=13 Mush mouthed? Start a rock band. Headache? Live with some exploding mega-watt amplified screaming nuclear garage noise six to fourteen hours a night, night after night. Wonder why lyrics come out fully formed lumps of meaningless concrete plop? In the rock-noise-blinding-migraine-fire, the seventh ring of hell-on-fire furnace, the brain is ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=9 Madonna Madonna Madonna. Madonna Madonna Madonna. Madonna Madonna Madonna. Madonna Madonna Madonna. Madonna Madonna Madonna.Hype-machined pink bottomed glossy lipstuck lifestyled and half-baked pie-in-the-sky philosophical confections. Detroit stamped your name, years ago, into the sheet metal scroll of popstars and punks. Your handsome young men, they're driving Cadillacs now. And your ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=14 Lookout ! Grandpa is checking out your sister Mary. He's writing songs for her in her Bratz notepad. He's playing his expensive acoustic guitar outside her bedroom door, wearing an expensive black leather jacket, an expensive cigar clenched in his expensive teeth, a million dollar minstrel boy. Oh Mary. Pop ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=10 Caution! Paul McCartney bares his soul in his dopey mopey happy sappy silly frilly sad bad woogie boogie lyrics, displaying the precocious eighth grader hidden in the sixty-something superstar. The brilliant musician is dulled down again to a mr. mustard dead dog's eye custard luster due to bluster. Shame Paul ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=11 A man. A man who knows. Knows music. Knows style. Knows what is new. Knows classic. Knows what rocks? No, he can not rock. This is a smooth, studied practitioner of predictably reliable results. Smoothie Bobby Darin daddy-o man could actually sweat and make something noisy and sincere, something almost like ... http://busterlangs.com/?p=15 Thank you, Buster Langs http://busterlangs.com/?p=25