Patrick Lyons

wrote about my favorite album of the year by a band that continues to surprise me. bangers on bangers of every shape and size. a brutally fun 31-minute masterpiece that shoehorns meathead hardcore, art/noise guitar textures, seattle-via-nola grunge, and even houston rap

i've spent a ton of hours interrogating and marveling at this miracle of an album. so honored to review it

the app sucks ass, but league pass still offers the best viewing experience of any sport. i sit down, check scores, click on a game with a one-point differential with 6:00 left in the 4th, and i'm greeted by a taekwondo bear roasting a fan for missing a putt

top five metal album of the 21st century

love how british legal terms make grisly events sound whimsical. beat the shit out of someone in public? you’re charged with “affray.” alcohol poisoning? that’s “death by misadventure”

yeah no shit

had a dream that smashing pumpkins brought out opener nirosta steel to sing “mayonaise” with them. it was very clear he didn’t know the lyrics or tempo and it was the worst thing i’ve ever heard in my life

incredible album that still holds up today. i have very fond memories of the record release show, which had every guest other than skepta (it was also the last time i went to 285 kent?)

why does his voice sound like billy bob thornton playing hank hill

going 1-13 from the field was also a sly reference to the age range targeted by the subjects of to catch a predator

i feel insane watching sga hit the most preposterous shots with zero trace of foul baiting. if he becomes an ethical hooper this will be the most bizarro nba season of my life

reviewed one of my all-time favorite bands this week; reviewing another next week

expressive but also ornate but also unpretentious writing. excellent stuff