Monsters of Folk


Conor Oberst is a wet git. Live 5 years ago he was stoned and swimming in Bourbon, barely able to strum the simplistic chord sequences he’d thrown together on Wide awake, a record so laughably meek that it’s signature tune is now doing its rounds in bank adverts. Now he’s hanging with a new batch of blithering gas-bags, and these de-caffeinated mooks can put you to sleep even without Oberst’s expert help. Together their whining is unbearable.

Tags: , , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: