Nicholas Pell. Douchechill.
Nicholas Pell has written a new article for LA Weekly where he trashes Pearl Jam. You can e-mail him at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can contact him on Twitter here. Always makes me laugh when hacks like this slag off great bands when they couldn’t create a piece of good art if their life depended on it. Here’s a couple of excerpts from Nicholas’ work of fart:
August marked the 20-year anniversary of Pearl Jam’s Ten. Yes, for 20 soul-crushing years we’ve listened to Eddie Vedder mumble. Which is somehow even worse than Jeff Ament’s endless procession of silly hats. Somehow Pearl Jam enjoys more acclaim than ever these days; it seems that mediocre rock bands, like ugly buildings, become respectable if they stick around long enough.
A lot of people, apparently. Ten sold almost that many million copies. The singles are merely pedestrian, but the album cuts are downright embarrassing. It’s amazing the band did anything other than play a grunge band in a made-for-TV movie. Performing “Black” at a coffee shop open mic should be grounds for a restraining order. “Why Go” becomes irritatingly repetitive upon a single listen.