
I'd hate to turn into the sort of parent who thinks their brain-dead, irritating, charmless little fuckwits of children are cleverer, lovelier and more delightful than the very Baby Jeebus himself, despite their evident lack of any sort of talent or even bare sliver of tolerability to the entire rest of the human race. In the words of Bill Hicks: "Your children aren't special. Oh, I know you think that they're special... I'm just telling you that you're wrong." Well, without wishing to imply that everything by bands from Edinburgh is better than anything by bands from anywhere [...]