I love that nearly all the bad reviews of otherwise popular Indian restaurants you read on Trip Advisor are people complaining about the butter chicken. That says something right there.
FFS, is anyone capable of writing an album review where we don't have to wade through 5 paragraphs of insipid autobiography before we get to the vague yet hopelessly derivative descriptions of "angular guitars" and "dark psychedelia"?
Music journalists are fucking retards.