After all the pissing and moaning I've done about the various mags, and especially Magnet, I had to go and defend them against the record nerds that pissed all over their 2009 Best Of.
It's not my fault. Honestly. They're just such a bunch of whiny little dweebs, all "you put obscure band X on your list instead of obscure band Q? Sellouts!" like they were solving the world's problems. Yet these same un-fathered dorkmats doubtless hold themselves above the sportsfags who argue with each other about special teams and the infield-fly rule.
Anyway: my contribution is as tasteless as it is futile.
I'll post an actual CD review tommorrow, I promise.
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