The Patron Saint Of Spitting In The Wind: Album Art

Mission Statement

This mainly exists as a vehicle for me to write, as I live in fear that my vocabulary and linguistic agility is waning with my failure to use it, although I do not wish to spend my time abusing a thesaurus. I prefer to discuss music because it means that I avoid the familiarity of writing entirely about myself, which far too many people seem to indulge in excessively. Not that the concept of writing about oneself necessarily produces vast quantities of inane drivel (with few exceptions, it really does), but if I'm going to write about something that nobody's going to take any notice of, it probably shouldn't be about me and my daily routine. Records discussed here are usually personal favourites and/or ones that I feel are overshadowed by other releases, perhaps or perhaps not unfairly so, perhaps not even fitting any of this criteria. Some may assume from the title and username that I'm some sort of fan of The Bouncing Souls, and they would be correct. I started out as a fan of punk rock and hardcore, but have gone a bit soft in my old age, which may also explain my irrational hatred of commas in song and album titles. If that doesn't help indicate the type of music that I listen to and will therefore bother to review, here's my list of top 20 records (subject to change):-

01: Hot Water Music - Fuel For The Hate Game
02: The Bouncing Souls - How I Spent My Summer Vacation
03: Buffalo Tom - Let Me Come Over
04: Sugar - Beaster
05: Jawbreaker - 24 Hour Revenge Therapy
06: China Drum - Goosefair
07: Jawbox - Novelty
08: Fuel - Fuel
09: Fugazi - In On The Kill Taker
10: Pegboy - Fore
11: Face To Face - Don't Turn Away
12: At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command
13: Buffalo Tom - Sleepy Eyed
14: Viva Death - Curse The Darkness
15: Jawbox - For Your Own Special Sweetheart
16: Leatherface - Mush
17: AC/DC - Powerage
18: The Jesus Lizard - Down
19: Burning Airlines - Mission: Control!
20: Jets To Brazil - Orange Rhyming Dictionary

About The Author

The Patron Saint Of Spitting In The Wind is the manifestation of a persona that the writer frequently adopts for comic effect in real life situations. It's a personality sewn together out of fragments of who the writer is, and also of things that quite frankly repulse them. Many of us find humour in ludicrous displays of unjustifiable arrogance and self-indulgence that would disgust us if they were demonstrated in a genuine way void of any irony. You're not supposed to love The Patron Saint Of Spitting In The Wind, you just need to take their attitude with a grain of salt, find them amusing, and agree with everything they have to say about anything. If you have the gumption, will, and sheer determination to be somehow offended, remember that you’re being offended by a semi-fictional character, which makes you inferior.

The Patron Saint Of Spitting In The Wind is self-assured, cocky, vain, arrogant, nostalgic, thoughtful, analytical, opinionated, unwavering, witty, charming, better looking than you, immensely strong, and always right. Frequently disgusted by modern commercial activities and suspicious of apparent attempts at more considerate alternatives, everything the present day offers serves merely to undermine our hero's irrefutable image that everything was better in the 1990s, albeit with exceptions. Undeterred, they rise up and spit in the face of everything and everyone, because they probably have the temerity to question that image. In the humble, factual opinion of The Patron Saint Of Spitting In The Wind, they don't make records like they used to, they don't make games like they used to, they don't make movies like they used to, and the same goes for furniture, art, athletes, television chefs, post offices, mine shafts, fire, and anything else that springs to mind. If you disagree, our benevolent hero will do their best to make you understand the correct point of view, because they have your best interests at heart. Indulge in the writings of The Patron Saint Of Spitting In The Wind, and smile, laugh, and agree compliantly, and much more, whilst experiencing all of your sensibilities and expectations of human courtesy and humility grossly insulted and beaten with an ugly stick.