The week's NME is the best in well over a month! (It's actually not the one pictured here because of course the magazines are all antiques by the time they make it over the big pond via carrier pigeon). But November 19 edition is full of zinger gems that those sassy NME hacks are so famous for, but have been slacking on a bit lately.
on reviewing the New Pornographers show at Borderline November 1: "With a name like theirs we were expecting a bevy of big-boobed beauties, some gruntin' and thrustin' - heck - at least the briefest peek-a-boo of flesh. At no point, were we expecting the trout-faced, cardigan-clad supply teacher chic we find before us..." (They did end up loving the show ultimately)
- or this one:
on a photo of a grizzly-bearded Thom Yorke singing with an anguished facial expression:
"Thom broke down when he realised that the strange ginger fuzz would eventually cover his whole body".
- and I applaud this observation:
"Fred Durst's ability to high-five is almost as shit as his music."
- On Clap Your Hands Say Yeah:
"maybe they should change their name to Fold Your Arms Say Mmmmmm."
- of course no NME would be complete without a Noel Gallagher quote:
"I fucking love the Strokes; I love the way they look, I love what they stand for, I love the fucking drummer. But that second album is absolute dogshit."
Well that's just a sample. Go read the rest for yourself!