Six word fiction seems to be de rigeur right about now. And several months ago. And probably some point in the future too - it's hard to notice when you don't really care.Anyway, I thought it would be 'amusing' to start writing reviews of new records and gigs and that in this fashion, because.... well, I don't know, but have you tried reading a drowned in sound review recently? 6 words is as much as I can handle when faced with dreck like this.
I digress:
Lucky Dragons:
Oh no, audience participation - hello Jonestown.
Dirty Projectors:
Treble onslaught, fronted by a chicken.
Polar Bear:
Jazz odyssey. Who wrote this? Nobody.
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