Kim in 2020: A thriving visual artist living in Los Angeles, she puts out her first solo album at the age of 66, a dark, noisy, edm-influenced affair that is definitely better than like half of all those stupid sonic youth records that your shitty uncle who's collected records for 30 years instead of having a life keeps trying to get you into. In 2020 is making perhaps her most relevant and personal work, her instagram stories are delightful vids of her and her gal pals volunteering for Bernie Sanders, and tbh she is really keepin' it tight. Thurston in 2020: A visibly aged, sad sack of shit who walks around and kids point and laugh at him and go, "hey, there's that fucking cunt who cheated on Kim Gordon, like literally the coolest woman in the world and he threw it away for some gutter strange." Puts out a stream of endless, interminable drivel that could've been made by a llama slapping its erect member against a feedbacking stratocaster. Was cool in the 90's in many of the same ways that the quarterback of the football team was cool in high school -- after the fun's over everyone realizes that when you strip away his elevated social status he's really just an annoying prick who thinks he's better than everybody else because his dumb collection of dumb japanoise cassettes is bigger and dumber than everyone else's....This album's great.