Nicholas Pell is a freelance writer based in Southern California by way of Portland, Ore., and Providence, R.I. His work has also appeared in Playboy, Vice, Salon and Made Man. When not irritating the Internet with his unpopular opinions on music, he enjoys professional wrestling, Archie Comics, drinking himself into a coma and getting tattoos excluding him from every getting a real job again. Contrary to popular opinion, he aspires to be the Rick Rude of rock journalism, not Lester Bangs with a hipster mustache.
5 years ago | R&B
If you’re looking for a unifying theme for this column, here it is: It’s dedicated to exploring what one of my oldest and dearest friends calls “the uncanny valley of music.” I’ve mentioned it here before. For anyone who missed it, here’s how it w...
5 years ago | Essay
Following up from my Hall and Oates essay, I decided it was time to talk about another musical “guilty pleasure” for those not quite cool enough to abandon the idea of guilty pleasures. I’m talking about what the common folk call “hair metal,” but...
I’ll never for the life of me understand how Blink-182 are considered a guilty pleasure band while people who are supposedly grownups listen to Green Day. Every time I see a picture of Green Day I’m so embarrassed for them. They look like the kind...
It never fails. I write something, someone doesn’t like it, and they feel the need to seek me out and tell me about it. It’s never really surprising, even if I don’t understand it. I can barely muster the energy to tell people I know personally ho...
I have a modest proposal that I doubt many of you will cotton to: It’s time to critically re-evaluate nu metal. You remember nu metal, right? Chugging riffs. Grunted vocals. Big pants. Soul patches. It’s one of the last remaining mutations of rock...