GBDH CORPORATE DECREES HEREWITH
GBDH does not like songs, the predominance of which, are "talking songs." Suzanne Vega made the form gay, and I am sorry to say that SLINT lilted right into that trap, and though my colleagues will disparage that asservation, and perhaps rightly so, I will only concede that this band is saved by screaming, when they're not verbalizing their generic allegiences to the Charlie Daniels Band's, "The Legend of Wooley Swamp," which I am listening to right now for strictly research purposes, FUCK YEAH. Whispering songs are also to be strenuously eschewed, per 10cc's "I'm Not In Love": "Be quiet, big boys don't cry, / big boys don't cry." Worse yet is the practice the following dictum forbids: never be in a band that aspires to cover a "talking song," no matter what.
Songs that refer to the way things taste suck. "That sugar cane / tastes so sweet...." a la the Random Lyric Movements of our most global local talent. This detestation is only a sub-set of my general dislike for questions related to the way things "taste," as when a waitron asks, "Sir, does everything taste all right?" You tell me, lady. Is there something I can taste? When a dude asks you, you are to aver, "Get the fuck out of my mouth."
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This should come as no suprise but I totally disagree with your assessment of Slint. I will not get into a verbal diatribe with you on this subject but I will tell you you are wrong on that tip.
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