Then again, it’s telling that I’ve been active on the Internet for over 25 years and yet have never managed to become a respected, known member of literally any online community. So maybe I’m the problem.

I only say this because you’d think a website such as this probably wouldn’t go out of its way to alienate the few long time readers it has left. But then again, this website isn’t what it used to be. Maybe it’s just because my depressive cycle is at its peak, but...I think I’ve finally had enough.

Yeah, sorry guys, delete comments all you like, but Sasami still sounds like a egomaniac. Oh, and her music is (predictably) terrible. Them's the breaks. 

You're not wrong. 

Careful, you don't want to get unpersoned. Greyed, if you will. Shot down the ol' memory hole. 

Well. Back in the greys. Guess I stepped in it this time.

What's that band (my wife likes them, but she's working) who sounds like an almost ridiculous ripoff of Queen? I wonder what they're like live. 

Thinking of KKB enjoying an indie music show—dressed in full ring attire amongst all the hipsters and dweebs that would inevitably be attending said show—fills me with pure, unadulterated joy.

I’m laughing at your “superior intellect."

If I had a nickel for every egomaniacal keyboardist/whatever you play on the side of the stage-ist who left a successful band to start their own solo career, I’d have like...seven nickels. Sasima sounds like an awful human being. I bet her solo stuff blows.

Did you ever stop and think you didn't deliver for Prince? 

Don’t get me wrong, mumbling has its place in music. How else can you secretly let real fans know a beloved band member is actually dead, and replaced by a (possibly evil) doppelganger?

Yeah, so my new fake name - - or non de plume, if you will - - is now Brody Sarsaparilla. King Kong Bundy does it again! 

It's next to all of your Soundgarden albums. My God, what happened to us

Come on, when REALLYBIGBABY69 weighs in with an opinion, it's time to take stock and listen. 

Now you're just making shit up. 

Indeed, music history can arguably be divided into B.F. (Before Falkous) and A.F. (After Falkous). 

Yeah, Paramore is about as rock n' roll as Jem and the Holograms. 

It always pissed me off that John and Paul couldn’t give more space on albums to George, especially since John had stopped giving a shit by 1967-68 and Paul was just falling deeper and deeper into “Honey Pie” territory.

Yeah, but Chrissie Hynde doesn't mumble all of her lyrics while dancing spasmodically, so she's barred from contention here.