Men behaving extremely badly

Personally speaking, one of the major reasons to mourn the demise of Drowned In Sound was the thought of no more Andy Falkous articles. Thankfully, though, the Mclusky/Future Of The Left man also writes for Talkhouse these days - most recently contributing a review of Netflix's Motley Crue movie The Dirt that I would call "sublime" if that word didn't seem quite so inappropriate for a piece that touches on toilet reading material, pissing dwarves, rampant misogyny and death by dangerous driving.

As ever, his use of footnotes is masterful and the review is eminently quotable from start to finish - though here's my highlight: "Although one part of me thinks that it's always a good idea for a band to hoard a collection of ker-azy stories when their music is less interesting than an exhibition of varnishing techniques, another more fundamental part of my consciousness has never really found comfort in rooting for self-confessed rapists, repeat domestic abusers, and killers. I spent most of the book, or at least the chapters I flicked through, wishing a series of painful STDs on the whole wanky gang, maybe something that could be transmitted through cocaine or a fucking bandana."