Patriotic Silver Cheers

Rip It Up, Issue 216, 1 August 1995, Page 10

Patriotic Silver Cheers

Here’s a bit of free advice for that cocksucker Clarence: go wank in private and stop tossing all over a hell band, Silverchair. If you were at the Logan Campbell Centre on June 9, you would know that Silverchair go off! As for being ‘a bunch of butt kissing wankers who couldn’t write a decent song if it was written on their bandmate’s dick’, fuck you Clarence! What would you know about decent music? I bet you still dance around your living room to old Kylie Minogue records (no offence, Kylie). I reckon you’re just jealous ‘cause these three school boys have horny girls all over New Zealand and Aussie just dying to fuck them, when you can’t even get your neighbour’s dog to look at you. You’re just a stupid wanker if you think ‘the boy with sparkle and shine in his hair’ (his name is Daniel) is trying to sound like Eddie Vedder and Kurt Cobain. News flash, Clarence: most guys with balls have deep voices, though I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that. Reading this nonsense you have written about Silverchair makes me feel disgusted that there is bacteria like you in our country. Been taking tips from Merle, have you? Next time you two feel like getting some cheap publicity, get it some other way. No one wants to read letters crapping all over decent bands. If you think you can play better than them, why don’t you form a band, and see how many fan letters you get. As for Silverchair being ‘a sad ploy to sell music’, I think you are ‘a sad ploy to sell magazines’. Come on, RipltUp, we don’t need to read

negative letters such as the- ones from Merle and Clarence. Let’s read some positive letters encouraging New Zealanders to get into music. Silverchair kick ass.

Lauren, Hawkes Bay. PS: Sorry, Cecil Shrimpton, but you’re fucked. Grunge is not dead and never will be, as long as I have a say in it. Oh, and Catherine, yes, orange cardies are just misunderstood.