It’s professional now where before it was just playing at it – it has loads more pages and even a spine. But it’s basically a giant advertising paper with the odd article interspersed. If it were free I’d pick it up but I won’t pay money for it. They’ve sold (out) everything – including the cover CD, prominently sponsored by Red Stripe. They’re clearly marketing it as a teen publication – there are 2 pages of fashion (query: what girl over compulsory school age is going to take fashion tips from Bat For Lashes?) and they keep barking on about the Underage Festival. Content is largely improved (mostly better written at least, but see below) but “artrock” is so tightly defined as to be meaningless – the CD has some good tracks but there’s far too much identikit gtr/bs/drums/trilby rock.
Delia’s gone and she was the only one who really appreciated music without wanting to create a scene out of it. She’s been replaced by the shit-thick Emma Edmondson. Her fucking execrable girl-around-town column doubles as the winning entry for the ‘Be The President Of The Society Of Morons’ competition. If that’s the work of a journalist, then I’m Laika the space dog. (When Subliminal Girls have finished burning Koko to the ground, they can start on the fucking Hawley Arms too). As Milchman suggested at the top, this is the sign that artrocker is now A£trocker.
It’s sad because the mailout used to be a real mine of good tips and the club was occasionally very good but now they’re just a pale shadow. However, the Artrocker card will come in really handy for scraping up foxshit in the back garden. And when I've done that I'll be returning said card to Tom the Sellout.Statistics: Posted by Johnny Anarchy — Fri Nov 09, 2007 12:23 pm
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