I've written enough ((unprofessional)) reviews on here to have finally decided that the act is more of a self-indulging activity than anything else. Sure, a handful of cool peeps might read em and enjoy it, but a music review is a medium of musical interpretation that, at least for me, is only read with the hopes of an echoed sentiment. That is, I've found myself scouring the internet for opinions both of albums I already love and albums I already hate and everywhere in between in order find a collection of words that outline my thoughts better than my brain ever could. But that's not what a review is
supposed to be for, at least if it does have a conventional purpose to fulfill. I guess I've always interpreted the idea of reviewing as a means of helping consumers make a proper decision to optimize their time, and that application could easily work for music. But that will always just create an awkward “you're gonna hafta take my word for it” write-up that demands either familiarity with the author and their opinions, or just blind trust. In reality, music is one of the most personal and subjective things out there. And because of that, I'm almost certain that a review on Sputnikmusic.com about a sleeper album from 1994 isn't gonna convince anyone to go out of their way and obtain a copy of it if they didn't trust me already. And that's fine – I'm not here to sell a stranger anything, and I'm sure you know that. In fact, I actually don't know why I'm here, let alone why
you are here, if there even is a you I'm talking to. So after typing this entirely useless paragraph, I've decided that I know nothing of the purpose of why I'm writing a review for
Pacific Motion by State of Grace other than the fact that I wanna reach a few of the users I'm more personal with on this site, who may already appreciate my taste in music, when I say:
"fuck it, take my word for it”
