30th
another post about dumb shit pitchfork says
Sounds like a plot for a really bad movie?
…the cult sometimes forced his mother to prostitute herself. As a teenager, Owens fled and lived as a Texas gutter-punk for a while. Then a local millionaire took Owens under his wing, and Owens moved to San Francisco. There, he and Chet “JR” White formed Girls, and recorded Album, their debut album, under the influence of just about every kind of pill they could find.
The phrase “under the influence of just about every kind of pill they could find” seems to celebrate this obnoxiously cliche’d music-making “method.” (Speaking of cliche’s, making fun of Pitchfork on your blog no one reads is probably one of those, huh?) This isn’t surprising. Pitchfork loves bullshit, duh. What is surprising is how self-aware the author is not:
It’s the sort of story that can overwhelm a band so completely that you never really hear their music; you only hear the story.
Yeah, I sorta see… how someone… such as yourself… might think that way. Mr. Breihan goes on to call it “a dizzily powerful piece of work.” And there’s this:
knowing nothing about them beyond their compulsively listenable “Hellhole Ratrace” single, I wrote that the band’s music sounds “like the work of one deeply weird and possibly sad person.”
Possibly sad? Brilliant lyrics from tortured genius #5871 on the “compulsively listenable… single”:
I’m sick and tired of the way that I feel
I’m always dreaming and it’s never for real
I’m all alone with my deep thoughts
alone with my heartache
whoa dude. seriously though are we just being fucked with? are there hipsters out there grabbing poetry from middle school classrooms, making songs and attributing them to fake rockstars with engineered drug problems, giving said songs a good review and seeing if we’ll buy it? Seriously how can anyone put “I’m all alone with my deep thoughts” in a song and it not be a joke?
OK friends I’m sure I’ll delete this later on. I just like to share sometimes.
