No band on 21st-century radio has mined pre-grunge hair-metal's sleaze like L.A.'s Buckcherry. So it makes poetic sense that they'd spend their sixth album tallying all seven deadly sins.

I'm that grumpy old guy yelling at all those pesky little Grizzly Bear fans to get offa my lawn.

Critics should stick to their convictions.

I like critics with strong opinions.

AC/DC has lived the dumbness that the Ramones have only faked all these years.

Mayer Hawthorne's old school pop-R&B homages are so meticulous that it's tempting to overrate his pipes.

If I am thinking the same as everyone why bother pushing to get it published?