Rattus Norvegicus by the Stranglers (1977)
I’m internally conflicted about punk. Its abrasive, bile-spewing nihilism is compelling; its wilfully obstreperous lack of melody and musicianship less […]
I’m internally conflicted about punk. Its abrasive, bile-spewing nihilism is compelling; its wilfully obstreperous lack of melody and musicianship less […]
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Nu-metal is exceedingly naff – this much is clear. But there’s no room for musical snobbery here at CultureCrap, where
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I consider myself something of a connoisseur when it comes to synthpop, and yet I had never listened to or