I will miss Christgau’s Consumer Guide more than you can believe.
Here is his review of LCD Soundsystem’s This Is Happening off his final Consumer Guide after 41 years. When I loath Pitchfork, I loath it because it isn’t this.
Unless you’re down with his clubrat semblables, James Murphy is hard to like, projecting cynicism with that chansonnier-derived Bowie-thrice-removed theatricality the Eurofied slip into like a thrift-store tux. That said, cynicism always has yuck potential, as in the debut’s “Losing My Edge,” the follow-up’s “North American Scum,” and this supposed finale’s wicked “Drunk Girls.” So I gave the lyrics some time and got somewhere with them. Witty, yes — the nonstop plays on “present company” in “Dance Yrself Clean,” the tossed-off nay-saying of “You Wanted a Hit,” a bounty of individual lines. But I reserve my love for Murphy’s post-cynicism — romantic regrets and longings that might as well be autobiographical. Sweetening his electrobeats with concessions to tune, his gibes with pained entreaties and funny stumbles, he reaccesses the humanist inside him as if that’s every hipster’s right — which it pretty much is.