The Mae Shi’s Hillyh is pretty much exactly what I want to be listening to at 5:38 am on a Monday morning before heading in to the office.
One last word on Vampire Weekend.
I think the thing that’s most aggravating about Vampire Weekend’s critical epicycle is that there’s this absolute need to be ‘right’ about the album, and that it’s not simply enough to write it off as clever pop that a listener can take or leave. The comments on that blog post completely suck the fun out of music criticism. This isn’t to say that getting the details right isn’t important — it is — but why make the exercise such a total dickwave?
It’s stuff like this that gave me the thought today that, as much as the industry’s hurting itself, music criticism’s finishing the job.
File under personal goals, achieved.
Looks like my first and only foray into the SXSW wilderness may be a success. From the way things sound right now, I should be sitting down to talk with my childhood heroes R.E.M. in Austin. This is great because I’m pretty sure it’s the first interview I’ll conduct where I’m genuinely enthused about talking with an artist and not simply interviewing someone because I’m playing some sort of hype cycle whack-a-mole in the hopes of getting published and paid.
A word about Dave Sitek productions.
I listened to most of the Foals forthcoming album, Antidotes, yesterday. As much as I love the sound that TVOTR achieved with Return to Cookie Mountain, it doesn’t work for everyone. Even if you love Celebration as much as I do, you have to admit that it all starts to sound samey after a brief while.
Naturally, this is one of those records I’ll punish myself for not liking more, only to realize that no one liked it much in the first place.
That was glib and unnecessary.
Sorry about that. Alfred’s right after all. It’s just hard to countenance a plea for niche music when most people only care about music-related celebrity on a day-to-day basis, and you’re on the hook for several hundred thousand pageviews every day. The indie music hype bubble [and the traffic it generates] seems insignificant in comparison, which is depressing in at least two ways.