Eis porque não me meto a escrever resenhas:


Ah, mortality. Remember when you first heard Superchunk? Years ago, wasn't it? Yeah, you were just a naive little punk back in those days. For some of us it was longer ago than others. Personally, my first experience with the band was Here's Where the Strings Come In. You've probably been listening to 'em since 1990, ya indie rocker. You were into them before it was cool, man! Just a little high schooler at the time, or maybe even a junior high school if you were super-hip. Brag all you want, but where in the fuck did that time go? You're old! And if you think you feel bad, imagine being in Superchunk. I mean, it's not that seem old now-- they don't, really. But I'd venture a guess that they've passed the 30 mark.


Porque tem gente que faz muito melhor!


(Resenha do Ryan Schreiber sobre o Come Pick Me Up do Superchunk, no Pitchfork)