By Nick Kivi
A few weeks ago, Nathan and I sat down and shot the shit about music. We started to chat about what we wanted to review for Smash Cut and how to approach the medium. Critics get handed a silver platter of a job when you think about it. They get to stand back, observe, and decide what’s good or bad from their subjective perch. What gets praised is only embellished by the current norms of cool and many defile albums that people put their souls and livelihood into, just for a few extra clicks. The musician in me here cries out more than the critic, as I’ve done the leg work driving around to open mic nights with black metal bands who screech about meth use and rape. Sometimes I get the feeling some critics only know what it’s like to see bands from the barstool.
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