Being a 19 year-old accounting student, it’s safe to say that not any time soon will I be getting my hands on a pre-released Arctic Monkeys record for columnists, and columnists only; nor have I even fathomed to experience the past ten years of conception that’s buried in the depths of Tool’s studios.
That’s why I created Ghost Town.
Handpicked like apples off of the many trees of genre, Ghost Town has it all. Much like a ghost town ― a city that once was ― the records I critique have had their time to marinate in today’s opinion-heavy society. But you’ve heard Pitchfork, NME, and Rolling Stone’s take on these.