OK kids... I've had my voice for quite sometime now, but have only now felt compelled to post anything, being as I am currently fired by a righteous and heartfelt fury. Basically, what this tower of waffle boils down to is a recent article in a "lifestyle" (for lifestyle read pretentious london-centric wank) mag which goes by the name of Sleazenation. (I note that Fluffy Sarah recently left a post in which she seemed to find said rag endearingly pretentious. I sadly cannot share her sense of humour about this titanic pile o' pish). Aside from treating music as some inane fashion accessory, and utilising THE most emaciated models that I have ever seen; it is their sickeningly superior attitude that really gets on my wick (a recent issue featured an article on "vile clubbing", which is apparently the new "in thing", where you dress up in your frigging Carharrt and Hysteric Glamour and go to provincial nightclubs and laugh at all the plebs who don't listen exclusively to Mo'Wax and Ninja Tune records, cos imagine being soooo uncool as to not live in Swinging London). Hence imagine my sense of foreboding when I noted that their latest issue featured a related piece on "vile clubbing" at "200 Troubled Teenagers", written by someone called Matthias Connor (I don't know why, but the guy's name just makes me think of one of those wanks with goatees and sideys who wears shades with yellow lenses). The content was pretty much what I expected, with references to "painfully shy mousy girls", "fey duffle-coat clad boys" and "the least offensive music known to man" (this from people who champion a load of noodly jazz-hop shite with saxophone solos played by white boys from the home counties who wish they were black, and which sends most people who aren't loaded on ketamine, or whatever their fave new designer drug is, to sleep ), followed by a passage of hideously unfunny sarcasm. What grates more than this is the fact that the people that write for this magazine are clearly the sort of bell-ends that are so busy striking poses and trying to prove how clever they are, that they never really think about or feel anything, and I feel kinda sorry for them. Sorry to put such a dark complexion on your day, but I am at University in Aberdeen; I need an outlet for my frustrations. Peace 'n' Love, Iain McG. ---------------------- Iain McGilp u02nim@abdn.ac.uk +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+