Singles reviews, 1990

Written for the tabloid-sized glossy Creem-in-name-only after evil new owners revived it in Los Angeles. Subsequent installments of the column were worse, not that this one is a work of genius or anything. I mean, that Tommy Conwell song is pretty good, but no way is it better than everything on The Lonesome Jubilee. And check out that highly original column title — Is that really the best I could do? On the other hand, I do like how I got to “Ice Ice Baby” before there was a line to toe.

Creem, 1990

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