Progenitors of the Ich Luge Bullets mindset #1: Bobby “The Brain” Heenan (now with stupidly bandwith-heavy WWF Magazine scans)

There’s an argument to be made that the reason British music criticism is in such a fucking hole at the moment is because we never had any heroes to look up to when we were at that suggestible age. It’s not as if, say, Daniel Booth’s Melody Maker opinion pieces in the late 90s were sufficient enough to inspire my generation to rise up with pen and follow in his footstep, or as if there’s 3,000 female bloggers out there who duct-tape a set square to their chin before they go to sleep each night, hoping they’ll wake up looking more like Kitty Empire.