Review Of Reviewers
I had the opportunity to check out a bunch of reviewers. Their art is apparently a bunch of dudes working for newspapers and magazines. Their art involves being negative about real art most of the time. Their selling point is a tone that tries so hard to convince the reader they are an authority on the matter of fact. Yet, there they are right next to the most ignorant propaganda writing what they are told is bold. Hoarding bad ideas and releasing worse ones like some kind of perverted squirrel. Not the real source of anything new, just playing catch up, trying to meet another person's deadline, the elder schoolboy still trying to make mommy and daddy proud with clueless reviews about art which he can't make and can't even interpret with validity.
There are two kinds of bad reviews. The first one is when the motherfucker tries to bring down great art. Wish You Were Here, glad I'm not, that kind of bullshit. The other kind of review is making shit art sound like the best. The singer actually sings as he huffs through a can of God's spray paint! These reviews are responsible for why so many of us seem to think some corporate barkers are really rock stars. Hype a piece of shit enough and it will truly become the shit. Ask VH1, they oughta know that you oughta forget about their lame ass shit. Viacom death, no soul. Same hard machine voices, same riff, same non offensive fake adult vibe, same fake ass. Fuck you.
I guess there is a third kind of review, as every trick has three parts. The good review. It is such a rare bird though. It's not worth mentioning here, not in a review of reviewers.
The most accurate review possible is the guy sits at his desk. He writes bad reviews, with a pencil in his hand. It's really happening.
Fuck most critics. They will never be Jon Lovitz.
Long live Anton Newcombe. Long live the artist.
Wintersox
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