Buying mp3’s is a lot like masturbation.
In masturbation your imagination leads you to where you really wannna go and you can’t fight it: you’re eithir up or down.
With Mp3s your ears lead you where they want you to go.
The fiirst song is the taste but ig you buying 3, 4 songs off an album, as I have on the Black Keys and Jamie Liddel recently, your ears are telling you something.
But i wish mine would knock it off.
Loving Wesley Wolfe is an honor, loving Sleigh Bells? Take a fucking number and sit down, MIA will be with you when and if she feels like it. I feel like an, ugh, rock critic. I feel like a consensus maker. The worst first line I’ve read in ages was some twit on popmatters who said: “it is time for the rock jornalist community to rethink their take on the Wallflowers…” Or something like that.
I’m against it.
I don’t wanna reach a consensus opinion on anything so when I find myself raving about rock crit faves the Hold Steady, LCD Soundsystem, Sleigh Bells… instead of writing about Shit Horses or Shinobi Ninja or…
Is there room for both??
I dunno -I gues 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s even 90s is agreed upon -more or less, there is always A Mike Nessing poiting out a Gentle Giant or Helen Bach reurrecting 80s hardcore,.
But current music is a state of OPPOSITION.
Everything Pitchfork, Spin, Stone -all those ass kissing, consensus taking, MOR boring as hell rock journalists agree upon is what I am against.
Rock NYC is against it.
Rock NYC is against it.
We demure.
We disagree.
Il n’ya plus.
No.
Still, Sleigh Bells Treats is just about undeniable.