I used to write about music (for SonicNet, back when that was a thing, among other alt-weeklies and the like), and I get snarky music criticism. I've been guilty of it before too. But then I ran a record label and saw how a bad review from an uninformed journalist can be a gunshot to the side of a good record. . . . So, in the end, I get it — the release was funny to you. But the presentation felt insulting to us. So I responded in kind.
With my deepest apologies, I unreservedly retract my accusation that Batter Blaster is run by fat cats. They're a rag-tag crew of hard-living indie rebels with a crazy batter dream, a take-no-shit attitude, and maybe a huge tank of industrial pancake nitrous we can huff if we're nicer to them in the future. For more information on downloading free indie tunes courtesy of Batter Blaster's **BLAST campaign, which I fully endorse and is absolutely not ridiculous, visit their blog: http://www.batterblaster.com/blog/.
PS: In my original article, I expressed a desire to spray raw Batter Blaster into the mouth of a dog. That still sounds pretty good to me. But Chef Batter Blaster ain't down with it. "I wouldn't advise spraying batter blaster directly into your dog's mouth," he tells me. "Cook the pancakes first. They taste better that way."
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