Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for July 17, 2023

Music critics must love the sound of their own typing. They go on and on, but in the end, it’s just a bunch of hot air and long, flowery words that add up to nothing.

They reviewed the wrong record.

Trance-like melodies from a sousaphone?

Translation: “I wish I had never heard this ****!”

Did this critic just bang the Boingers?

You don’t kick butt, but you will put us to sleep.

You kick ethereal butt, Opus.

“We owe everything we know to that record.” – Radiohead

A good music reviewer was John Wasserman. He would have you in stitches over his descriptions of heavy metal bands.

“First they experimented with two-chord rock. Then they experimented with one-chord rock”

A wordy bunch of nonsense without saying anything. At least the critic wasn’t totally critical.

So… Is that reviewer saying it’s good? Or bad?

Kickbutt Trance: the next wave.

You don’t kick butt via reviews. You kick butt by going gold in record sales.

A lesson in Newspeak obfuscation; but, yes, Opus and Hodge-Podge, it’s a glowing review!

The transom of social consciousness….. Downright poetic….