It was a couple months back that a musician flagged us down at a club with his band's new CD in one hand and a list of gripes in the other. Specifically, this aspiring Valley talent was bitching about how we do things here at the Mail or Muse Department. Oddly enough, he didn't object to the occasional mudslinging we engage in; every musician believes that bad reviews are something that rightly happens to someone else. No, what twisted his guitar strap in a knot was the notion that all these local music reviews were being grouped together in a contest format, as if the scene wasn't competitive enough already. "And there's no uniform standard of judgment," he cried. "Every artist stands for something different, a different viewpoint or musical genre, so how can a small elite group of people such as yourselves select one artist as being the best of an entire... More >>>
Electro hip-hoppers Illegal Substance try to spread their Ecstasy-fueled rhymes.