One of the somewhat unfortunate perks of running an mp3blog is the volume of e-mail you get from publicists and labels about bands they’re promoting. Sometimes it’s cute, like when they address you by name and actually display evidence of having read your blog, or when the little promoters send out mass e-mails about how their day’s going and, oh, by the way, here’s some band stuff. Sometimes it’s rote, like when some big promoter sends you the tour dates for a metal band that’s obviously not really your forte. And then sometimes you get well-meaning stuff like this:
“Can you imagine Robert Johnson, Dale Cooper, Debbie Harry and Karl or Groucho Marx gathered around a tropical style rattan table (bending under loads of empty and half empty cocktail glasses), on a casino terrace in a blade runner version of Las Vegas, avidly discussing urbanism, vernacular music, party sociology and substance abuse anecdotes - while popular songs from aeon old 78’s are jangling through some distorted P.A.? And intermingling with that the frantic record-scratching carried over from a nearby 80’s New York block party and the muffled noise from a crowded Mexican speakeasy next door (operated by a former ship’s cook from the Bucovina)?”
Listen, I don’t care if the bio is a joke, or if you’re being ironic by riffing on the “x meets y on a z” nature of most bios. This is still shit, and it immediately makes me not want to listen to the band you’re promoting. STOP IT.