As above. If a story doesn't really grab me, I go on to something else, and if I haven't read something properly, I'm not really in a position to critique it.

Also, negative criticism, in my view, demands a constructive suggestion as to what is not so good could be better. That, for me at least, demands a few hours to let the thoughts percolate, and since I've got plenty of other things to think about... Well, you get the picture. I'm also one of those who would rather send a personal message than leave a negative comment.

Perhaps Lush could have special volunteer "critics" in the same way it has special verifiers?

To me tags are very useful. Not just for deciding if a particular story is "for me", but also because my stories tend to contain different elements. Having to log something under a vague category heading, forcing me to choose between several different elements, would really make my head explode.

Dont get me wrong, I think Syd was amazing and you are right, we will never know what he would have did and where the band would go. And Syd and Roger were complete opposites in many ways. Syd did have that child like playfulness while Roger was more of a hardened, I hate the world kind of guy (if you know anything about him you can understand why). I agree with what you said about the band personality becoming Dull and Sullen, but do not agree on self-important. They pretty much remained anonymous, didnt promote themselves, didnt have their pictures on albums, didnt do interviews, like most bands did. As a matter of fact, many times they would mingle in the audience after shows and not even be noticed. They just made their music and lived their lives. Were polar opposites of comtemporaries like the Stones, The Who, Led Zep who craved publicity.



I didn't know that they mingled in the audience without being noticed, but I'll take your word for it. What I mean by self-important is that I always get the feeling that Pink Floyd records exist to tell you how clever the band is. They just don't give me anything. I don't mind a band being clever, but clever and dull is never an attractive proposition.

With a few venerable exceptions, I absolutely loathe Christmas music, no more so than Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You". It's the off button, and then calling up The Pocket Gods' "Wanking for Christmas" to get back on an even keel.

And for the guy who said Pink Floyd sucked without Syd Barrett, why do you say that? He was very talented but also very one-dimensional. When he had his meltdown and left the band, Roger Waters' Lyrics and David Gilmour's guitar playing took them to a whole different level they never would have achieved with Syd, especially once the Psychedelic era ended.

Well, we'll never know what Syd would have done had he not had his meltdown, but one of my many contentions about this is that Syd had a playfulness about him that the rest of Pink Floyd completely lost, becoming just dull and sullen and more than a little self-important.

Ultimately though, music, by its very nature, is subjective, which is why the comparison someone else made with sport doesn't work. Sport has clear rules which tells you who wins, who loses, and who is the greatest by the number of titles they win. How do you judge who is the most musical? Some people are technically great, but fail utterly to engage - a lot of vocalists do the technical side of singing very well, but in the process they don't seem to have the personality they were born with. Others have personality but can't sing for toffee (Dylan).

Oh, and whoever it was said Europe and "The Final Countdown". Spot on! Trouble is, it never goes away, because as soon as there's something to be counted down, out the blasted thing comes.

Worst band in history? Too many to mention. Of the current crop I absolutely despise Lawson and live in the firm belief that if One Direction's "Little Things" isn't about the size of their penises, then it should be.

No contest for most overrated band in history though: Pink Floyd without Syd Barrett.

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