AC/DC has lived the dumbness that the Ramones have only faked all these years.
I'm that grumpy old guy yelling at all those pesky little Grizzly Bear fans to get offa my lawn.
Music critics are part of the world, and I am part of the world.
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.
By the late '80s, I was already giving up on rap music.
Critics should stick to their convictions.