Reading today’s review of Vampire Weekend’s Contra in the Village voice, I reached this paragraph from Rob Harvilla “A publicist-supplied track-by-track breakdown drops a host of new genres (dancehall, baile funk, Bollywood, prog) and inspirational artists (Buddy Holly, Lil Wayne, Kate Bush, Miami Sound Machine)—handy new references and comparison points to replace, y’know, the old ones. Reggaeton beats and harpsichords, classical flourishes and Auto-Tune.”
Are you kidding me? We’re banging are heads on the wall figuring out what’s happening in current music (and paying for the privilege) and all the bedwetting rockcrits in the world are CHEATING!!
THIS FUCKING SUCKS.
I want to cheat as well.
No wonder I’m baffled by how this writer or the other can note a sample from an obscure northern Soul song of the sixties on a David Guetta. The Press relations told em