Speaking of Robert Christgau, in this Clash article from the May-June 1979 issue of Punk Magazine, he is referred to as the “ugliest person I have ever seen” by the writer. While that is not really here, nor there, I can certainly attest to him having written many, many, many shitty useless words about music. As usual, yes I post a lot of shit about the Clash, if you do not like it start your own shitty infrequently updated magazine scan blog. Everyone else enjoy, as every issue of Punk and New York Rocker is to be cherished. They are like little three-dimensional reminders that everything cool happened when I was still wearing diapers.