There's nothing more terrifying than a scientist who thinks he's seen God
I was looking something else up, but randomly tripping over this old review of Runrig's Mara reminds of just why I love glenn mcdonald's writing so fiercely. Those first two paragraphs, out of nowhere, articulate a type of criticism more interesting and valuable than that practiced by a good, oh, 60% of my contemporaries.
(yes, it's safe to assume I'm not talking about ex-Stylus people here, and no I'm not under the delusion that glenn's way is the only good way to do music criticism)
(yes, it's safe to assume I'm not talking about ex-Stylus people here, and no I'm not under the delusion that glenn's way is the only good way to do music criticism)
