On 6th October 2004 at 15:36 Anonymous 3326 wrote...
It's seems that the mighty Leeds Music Scene has grown some legs and spawned another Critic in the form of a giant ego known as Simon Glacken.
While the words aren't anything to run around shouting about they are still better than Drowned In Sound, a zine Simon would obviously desperately love to write for. Only just though. Instead of the crap London-centric scenesterism we have crap Northern bitterness showing that in the world of piss poor online writing both north and south have equal opportunity to write like a retarded clone of Paul Lester whilst wanking themselves numb over a picture of themselves.
The review consists of a sort of indie zine writing that's worded in a snidey, bitchy way to prevent anyone from getting too excited. The sentences are mostly rubbish and, sadly, don't detract attention away from the review, which would probably benefit from a new author at the helm.
Best part is the end which comes across as a mix of a finale and a conclusion. The quirky spaces towards the end do bring a smile to your face but I'm not sure whether that's because I like the spacebar or because the review was nearly finished.
Fans of Sean or Adie DiS will probably enjoy this review. I doubt anyone else will.
