I don’t think Simon Sweetman exaggerated much when he titled a poetry book “The Death of Music Journalism” recently. Despite the heroic endeavours of Graham Reid and the occasional flash of other music writing allowed in a newspaper supplement, there’s no longer a guarantee that your album will be reviewed locally, and there’s no longer a guarantee that you’ll be able to read what a local writer thinks about your favourite overseas artist’s new album either. We have endured a further decline in that dreary state of affairs described, in 2010, by Kiran Dass in her essay for Landfall 219
Why would anyone want to write about music in New Zealand in 2023?
Why would anyone want to write about music in…
I don’t think Simon Sweetman exaggerated much when he titled a poetry book “The Death of Music Journalism” recently. Despite the heroic endeavours of Graham Reid and the occasional flash of other music writing allowed in a newspaper supplement, there’s no longer a guarantee that your album will be reviewed locally, and there’s no longer a guarantee that you’ll be able to read what a local writer thinks about your favourite overseas artist’s new album either. We have endured a further decline in that dreary state of affairs described, in 2010, by Kiran Dass in her essay for Landfall 219