Music critics are part of the world, and I am part of the world.
I'm that grumpy old guy yelling at all those pesky little Grizzly Bear fans to get offa my lawn.
Gary Allan has long been one of country's most reliably velvet-voiced beautiful losers.
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 like critics with strong opinions.
If I am thinking the same as everyone why bother pushing to get it published?