“American music magazines suck.” Rolls off the tongue, don’t it? These days it’s rolling off everyone’s. Saunter down the length of a magazine rack and scowl at the teen-pop hoochie starlets, the drooling trend-pigism (“The Strokes! The Hives! The White Stripes!”), the outrageously vapid rock-star puff pieces, the gutless corporate-blow…
