whiteboydancefloor

Hey Hey, welcome to the inagural installment of whiteboydancefloor. A place where skinny indie kids, photo-shopping emo fags, fat and lonely music nerds and drug-fucked trance junkies can come together and collectively read about and explore the wonderful world of music through the mirror ball of the whiteboydancefloor.

Our blog was officially launched last night at a gala function in Sydney with all the pompous, cocaine-sniffing, ho'uer d'ourve shovelling, cabernet merlot guzzling and clap your hands say yeah!ing pretence you've come to expect from indie music websites and their self-important posturing.

As a service to you, we will offer music news that is important, like the fact that Devendra Banhart chopped up the remains of the guitar he smashed over Conor Oberst's head after he claimed to be 'folky' and made it into a refuge for small birds. Album reviews where we show you that the Coldplay album you liked, and thought it was the greatest thing your ear drums have ever had the pleasure of compressing and sending to your brain, is actually only useful as a lesson to a music class of year 8 glue-gobblers how not to create their rudimentary composition assignments.

Each of our writers has completed the necessary qualifications to be a self-appointed music aficionado; they are sad depressed loners, have a non-existent sex life, can see the irony in saying that pop music is 'cool' and 'well constructed' and a wealth of usless music trivia questions which when used on a date, cause point number two to be the case.

So heres to yet another bunch of louts spraying their opinionated and hyperbolous graffiti over the already crowded interweb. Get your ass on to the whiteboydancefloor and dance, motherfuckers!

Shake It!
Chris