After sucking up to every dead or dead tired mogul in the music business, Dan Aquilante finally found someone he doesn’t like, the very good Peter Bjorn and John. In a really pretty fucked up review in today’s New York Post, the chief music critic had this to say: “the band’s problem is the material”, “just enough music in their songbook to dodge one-hit-wonder tag” “stiffling yawns..” inability to sell out, taking audience… the full monty.
I don’t believe a word this guy says.
dance pop, gooey confection
75K EAUs is abysmal
“I still hit the ball, I just can’t run the bases!!!”
contenders for the best punk rock around
A three hours of hard rock, metal not metal, swift, loud, egoless pure metal
worse than I remembered it being
a contender for the next Michael Jackson
the indie gorgeousness of mood and quiet desperation
smooth jazz and horns
Taylor was no longer my secret