Does Liz Armstrong only write profiles of bands that claim to engage in acts of violence against women? The two articles I’ve seen by her were about bands that supposedly like to body slam dudes onto unsuspecting chicks or punch Kathleen Hanna in the face for fun. I guess wearing stupid fucking costumes and playing confrontational antimusic just doesn’t seem dangerous by itself anymore; time to up the ante.
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The punching Kathleen Hanna story in last week’s Post No Bills [August 15] is probably just a jokey reference to Courtney Love, but cultivating that kind of mystique around a band is pretty pathetic anyway. I’d say Armstrong’s writing marks a new low for the Reader’s god-awful music section, beating out previous lows like:
–Peter Margasak using his column for non sequitur put-downs of local artists with zero PR/hipster clout (Diane Izzo and Braid being the most gratuitous).
Mike Sturgess
