I was born in this town Live here my whole life Probably come to die in this town Live here my whole life Never anything to do in this town Live here my whole life Never anything to do in this town Live here my whole life Probably learn to die in this town Live here my whole life Nothing to do, sit around at home Sit around at home, stare at the walls Stare at each other and wait till we die Stare at each other and wait till we die Probably come to die in this town Live here my whole life There's Caroline around, something to do There's Caroline around, she's something to do There's Caroline around, she's something to do There's Caroline around, we'll find something to do Caroline around, she's something to do Caroline around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire Caroline around, something to do There's Caroline around, find something to do There's Caroline around, find something to do Caroline around, find something to do Caroline around, she's something to do Caroline around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire Caroline around, she's something to do Caroline around, now what do we do? Jumped Caroline, now what do we do? Jumped Caroline, now what do we do? Caroline around, nothing to do Jumped Caroline, now what do we do? Never anything to do in this town Never anything but jump Caroline Never anything to do in this town Never anything Jump Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire, Caroline Set me on fire
Disintegration [Elektra, 1989] With the transmutation of junk a species of junk itself, an evasion available to any charlatan or nincompoop, it's tempting to ignore this patent arena move altogether. But by pumping his bad faith and bad relationship into depressing moderato play-loud keyb anthems far more tedious than his endless vamps, Robert Smith does actually confront a life contradiction. Not the splintered relationship, needless to say, although the title tune is a suitably grotesque breakup song among unsuitably grotesque breakup songs. As with so many stars, even "private" ones who make a big deal of their "integrity," Smith's demon lover is his audience, now somehow swollen well beyond his ability to comprehend, much less control. Hence the huge scale of these gothic cliches. And watch out, you mass, 'cause if you don't accept this propitiation he just may start contemplating suicide again. Or take his money and go home. C+
Christ, Christgau, could you have been more wrong?
Well, he is a Dartmouth alum. Maybe there's something in the water in Hanover.
Nathaniel Sanders
his hateboner for black sabbath is so funny, dude really is just the stereotypical boomer afraid of music that doesnt appeal to his narrow sensibilities
William Mitchell
I don't like Black Sabbath either, and Christgau readily admits what he doesn't like. He really screws up when he reviews stuff that's on the periphery of what he likes.
Liam Price
its one thing to dislike something, and another to keep referring back to it for years in your reviews
Jaxon Moore
he's entitled to his opinion, just like you are. sage
Oliver Hill
Sage doesn't work here, and besides, announcing a sage is a bannable offence. FYI.
Jacob Mitchell
So is off topic discussion. You can't pick and choose rules, faggot!
Grayson Clark
sure, just like im entitled to call him a retard for them
Fuck off Missouri Midget. You're going to be here all fucking day, aren't you? You usually stay on all day and quit about midnight. You're a fucking cancerous scourge. Report that, pussy. I'd burn you worse, but you're retarded.
Alexander Rogers
Pot calling the kettle nigger. I said you're entitled to opining.
Ayden Rodriguez
We don't use that word here
Asher Fisher
Imagine being scared of someone you think is retarded, and imagining haim being around, even when he isn't.