A well-known music publication has recently printed a strongly negative and damaging review of gig I went to but didn’t have time to review myself for this site. No, I don’t expect every reviewer to agree 100% with me, but trust me, I can tell the difference between a sincere but critical review and an agenda-driven hatchet job. I sometimes feel bad about not reviewing as many albums and gigs as I could. Especially when there are bands who are very clearly not getting the positive press their music deserves.
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I feel the same way about so many of the things stacking up around me — all the books and movies I know I love, but I’m hard-pressed for time to say something proper about.
I occasionaly find I get blocked with a review – usually because I can’t make up my own mind about the thing.
The biggest problem I have is being confronted with something I know I love, but not being able to say anything about it that isn’t either redundant or blathering fandom.
Blathering fandom is a difficult one. I’ve got to the point where there’s nothing new I can say about one or two bands that I haven’t said already.