yawn attack. lowercase.

hey;

asically - fuck you both. when a living being begins to look and act as tired as your publications do, they either rest, retire or perish. the laziness of you both - there is so much incredible music being created in this time of faulty horseshit - is it too difficult to dig just a little?

as for something you are both guilty of - calling this band Feathers "hippies". can it get much more paint-by-number than that in music criticism? it's actually stereotypically characteristic of a complete jackass. "Sorry, but wasn't the point of the last 30 years to get as far as possible from the stupid hippies?" states the obviously juvenile Jason Ferguson in MAGNET 72 (Jul/Aug 2006), opening a coupled "review" of Espers II and Feathers s/t. I'd say 'us' as a buying public should have spent the past 72 issues trying to swat the fly known as MAGNET from the hole that begins our ass cavity.

you are both the rectum of diabetic inchworms. if you were humans, I would wish you buried alive under loose topsoil with cages attached to both ears, each cage housing a single cricket. this would serve in filling your heads with something new and organic, yet over a given amount of time, drive you to the insanity you deserve [and in finality, the early death I wish upon you]. for the sake of unfair game, let's say we strap a thin strip of bacon just out of your reach in the crate we laid you in [as ignorant as you both are - you must be meat eaters.]

"Let every man judge according to his own standards, by what he has himself read, not by what others tell him." - Albert Einstein

spitting at your obviously Republican feet,

yep - that's just my opinion, man.

"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods."

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