When I worked at NME, we had an office joke: “Smashing bloke, though,” which shone light on the perils of confusing one’s impressions of someone with the merits of their art (as the Lester Bangs character says in Almost Famous: “These people are not your friends”). I dare say it might conceivably be productive for an artist to try and explain their motivations to a writer and it could alter the latter’s view, but it’s never happened to me. Most musicians are hopelessly inarticulate, y’see, and besides, one tends to meet them at dark and drunken aftershows when good sense is absent.

Squarepusher takes on the Guardian’s music critics

( via skot)