If you’re going to torpedo any chance you ever had to earn a byline in Rolling Stone, you might as well go down swinging.

The venerable rock music monthly, to which I was a long-time subscriber in the 90s, missed the mark badly with its list of essential dance music albums in 2012.

My assorted social media timelines lit up in indignation, which was my signal to let loose. Which I did, in one of my more incredulous rants, which you can read (with my alternative picks for a Top 15) right through here.