You might argue that nobody reads record reviews anymore. Tell that to the trembling, sleep-deprived publicist forced to turn up at a Bel Air mansion this week with a fistful of Xanax in both hands and a printed copy of a Pitchfork 0.0 under one arm.
holy shit I actually just heard a coworker listening to this shit unironically I lowkey thought coworker music was just a bit but it’s real I can’t believe this
Last week, it was announced that BrooklynVegan, Alternative Press, Revolver, and Goldmine were all gutted by their parent company Veeps, which was founded by Good Charlotte’s Benji and Joel Madden and is now majority owned by Live Nation. Nearly all staff at each publication were laid off.
Out of sheer curiosity, we got in touch with some of their former full-time and freelance critics, and asked them to re-review Good Charlotte’s discography.
VICE's Adam Christopher Smith (@damsmithwriter) spoke to Kill Karl, the final boss of “coworker music”—as one “fan” dubbed his work on this website—about why his utterly cursed fusion of comedy rap metal and musical theater exists: https://t.co/75T3rB76oY
As a gang of Brits who defined a generation, it’s only appropriate that The Who resemble no less than four thwarted attempts to sketch Bonnie Blue’s face from memory
When this big big blue nerd comes out the bottle promising three wishes, the answers should be obvious: infinite ChatGPT credits, infinite semiconductors, and infinite data centers. And the water and electricity to power all of that? What do you mean I’m out of wishes?!