Are you sick of music critics?  Do you ever cringe at stuffy, unreadable reviews written by men with huge glasses?  Have you ever wondered how a tribe of bad writers came to dominate music’s success or failure?  Do you think grading music like a math quiz is absurd?  Try RipFork, where the critics get reviewed.

RipFork holds music critics to the same level of snarky, loquacious abuse they dole out to artists actually making the music.  Musicians have long suffered the wrath of kids picked last for the kickball team, and it’s high time for change.  Whether it’s their oily jargon, vicious scorn, or silly arguments – critics are screaming out for ridicule, and I go to make sure that they get it.

My name is Matt Wendus.  I was a music critic for two years until I felt shame.  Now I have fun with making fun.  Game on, bitches.