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Duck, Duck, Racial Obscenity!

Thursday, February 25, 2010 21 comments

I want Julia Roberts to take me to Neverland. I don't think I'm alone.

Try walking past a playground without sensing the pangs of nostalgia in your side (is that nostalgia or just a Harry-Potter-esque swelling of my scars from getting my ass kicked by the kids who didn't think it was cool that I had choreographed a dance to R. Kelly's "I Believe I Can Fly" in 3rd grade?).

Despite these warm (?) feelings, no matter how hard we attempt to recreate the magic of childhood, some things never seem to fully translate. Especially the games.

Get some of your sober friends together to play hide and seek; watch how quickly you realize that everyone can see your fat ass standing behind that pathetic twig of a tree. Bust out your 'Candy Land' board, draw some cards, make a 'Charlie the Unicorn' joke when you get to Gum Drop Mountain, finish game. Sucks, right?

Not anymore.
I present to you: 5 Childhood Games That Used To Be Fun But Are Too Simple Now, Updated Accordingly So That They Can Be Fun Again (working title).

5. 'Guess Who?': Identity Crisis 2k9
Why it was fun: Not only did this game celebrate the Socratic method for the little philosopher in all of us, it positively encouraged us to judge people based on physical appearance. That's what I call a good time.
Why it sucks now: Way too easy. Does your person have facial hair? Is he/she wearing a hat? Bull shit, it's Bernard.
How we can fix it: Ask strictly abstract questions that have no direct correlation to physical appearance. Some popular possibilities could include, but wouldn't be limited to, "Is she a messy skank?", "Is he/she a member of the proletariat?", "Do you think he's gay??". If all else fails, you could always ask the one-question game-ender, "Would she ever let Bernard tie her up and tatoo 'dark queen of beauty' on her left ass cheek?" That's right Maria, I'm talking to you.


4. 'Duck Duck Goose': Having Friends Is Overrated
Why it was fun: Great cardio workout, also a fantastic opportunity to hit on that cute chick in class by 'goosing' her ass every single time. No one notices what you're up to you subtle dog you.
Why it sucks now: Being more than 3 feet tall/remembering to tie your shoes renders this game immediately obsolete. Once you 'goose' someone (assuming you give yourself the usual running headstart before you say 'goose') then you will be back in their place before they even get off their lazy ass.
How we can fix it: All players in the game have tasers. When you get chosen, you jump up and chase after the 'ducker' and shout racial obscenities/'your mom' jokes back and forth at one another until he/she either breaks down from emotional shame or someone lands a successful tasing. You continue to tase until the wounded player articulately shouts, "Don't tase me bro!". Now he's the goose.


3. 'Mouse Trap': Now What?
Why it was fun: Building that game took for-fucking-ever, so you never ended up actually playing it. This meant no one lost, which is always positive for communal kindergarten morale.
Why it sucks now: Still have no idea, haven't figured out how the game actually works.
How we can fix it: Try actually playing the game. Probably will discover it sucks. In which case, construct a life-size version of the game and set it up in front of Jessica Simpson's house. Film this and put it on YouTube. Achieve cultural glory.


2. The Ground Is Lava: Fear Factor 1992
Why it was fun: Extremely versatile game, could be played literally anywhere. Jump from one couch to another, bricks, piles of woodchip, you name it, and it could be the lava-free zone. Instilled a sense of fear in all of us. Molded strong, cautionary US citizens.
Why it sucks now: Your A.D.D. has calmed down and you have a memory span of more than 6 seconds. Accidentally fall off the chair, step on the ground, realize it's not lava-- somehow the stakes of the situation immediately plummet.
How we can fix it: Lots of great options with this one. Easiest/most obvious choice-- get some lava up in this piece. Second, yet equally-frightening possibility: Play the game at a frat house after a party. The ground is Gonorrhea!


1. 'Operation': Shit Just Got Real
Why it was fun: There was some sense of sick pleasure in the impending fear that at any moment you could accidentally touch the side of his organ-opening, the buzzing noise will go off, and you will vomit everywhere. This served as great prep for future assholes running pharmaceutical companies by allowing you to conceptualize the American Public as a bunch of helpless naked bodies.
Why it sucks now: The holes are definitely bigger than you remember, plus you haven't just eaten 4 bars of chocolates and drank 6 cans of coke, so you now have control over your body parts. Regardless, it also reminds you that you will inevitably disappoint your parents by never being a real doctor.
How we can fix it: My first thought is to somehow include Sock'em Boppers. Your first thought was that I would probably suggest performing these tweezer-style operations on real people. I'm trying to resolve the two but feel that the best option actually has to be combining Operation with every other game that made me really nauseous. Just imagine having to do Operation, Break the Ice, Topple, Jenga, Bop It, and that fucking game with the timer where you had to fit the shapes in the thing before it popped up and somehow I can't find the name of this shit on google. All at the same time. If this doesn't sound like a great afternoon to you, then you probably are just getting too old for this kind of thing. Sorry.

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If Things Were Run By: College Advisors

Sunday, September 6, 2009 1 comments

Want to get anything done in an orderly and timely manner? Don’t expect it from your college advisor. Here are some scenarios that would be ruined by your favorite office-dwelling “helpers."

Sex:

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to sleep with two ugly girls and then date a 300-level girl for a semester before you can have sex with her.”

Parties:

“Fill out the green form, then stand behind the yellow line. Kegstands close at three.”
“But it’s three fifteen!”
“You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”


Dinner:
“You can’t eat the ice cream before finishing the fries. You won’t graduate without fries. You’ve already dropped two helpings of fries, do you want a career or not?”

Children’s Playgrounds:

“Athletes have priority on the slide. If you wanted to use the slide, you should have continued playing basketball in high school.”

Christmas:
“You will be allowed two large gifts and an small elective gift. Failure to comply will result in termination of gifts.”

PopSense:
“Hey, I’m here for the new intern position. I want to draw the Derrick and Becky comic.”
“WE ARE NOT ACCEPTING INTERNS.”
“But I thought you were.”
“READ YOUR EMAILS!”
“You only send out like one email a month, and it usually ends up in my spam folder – how am I supposed to know when you send them?”
“Student handbook requires all potential applicants to check ALL emails, including spam, for potentially important news from advisors.”
“Yeah, but, I get hundreds of spam emails a day.”
“THIS IS NOT MY PROBLEM. I CANNOT BABY YOU THROUGH LIFE.”

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Ideas and Inventions With Dr. Murati [PopSense Classics]

Tuesday, August 25, 2009 1 comments

Everyone has invented something at some point. They tend to be horrible contraptions that more likely than not lead to certain death. Recently, I’ve remembered some of the stupid inventions and ideas that I’ve come up with over the years. Here are the best ones:

1. The Divorcee Ring

What is it? It’s a ring for men and women to wear after they’ve ruined their marriages. It would be made with a specific design or color to differentiate it from other rings.

Why it could work: The current divorce rate in America, coupled with the nation’s obsession with rings (purity, engagement, class, etc), allows this idea to get off the ground. It would help divorcees indentify each other in a social setting and perhaps get some sparks flying again.

Why it probably won’t work: The last thing someone wants to see after getting divorced is another ring. That and wearing your club clothes from your swingin’ bachelor days (the late 80s) are proof enough that you’re recently divorced.

Bonus Gift: The I’m-Not-Interested Bracelet: A simple charm/tennis bracelet for women to wear when they don’t have any intentions on waking up next to you (yeah you) the next morning. Great for warding off creepers at the club.

2. Club XXI

What is it? A chain nightclub that only throws 21st birthday parties. Party packages can include strippers, midgets, and a bus pass home. Lounges, an arcade, and drunken laser tag? HELL YES. Think Chuck-E-Cheese, but instead of your parents drinking, it’s your turn.

Why it could work: It seriously sounds like the most fun a person can have. I can’t possibly think of a reason why this could go wrong.

Why it probably won’t work: Oh, wait. There would be deaths. Many, many deaths. Binge drinking + lack of supervision + six foot ball pit = casualties.

3. Feedback Manipulator

What is it? This is one for the musicians. Everyone loves some good old feedback resonating from your amp. This stomp box fits neatly into your pedal board. When activated, it scrambles the signals of every pedal in your arsenal and runs it back to the amp. The resulting feedback can be manipulated with the switches and knobs on your pedal.

Why it could work: The sheer range of sounds that can be made, all depending on your setup and arrangement of pedals.

Why it probably won’t work: I have no skills with schematics and making electronics. Also, it probably already exists.

4. Animal Party!

What is it? Birthday hats for animals! They come in a variety of shapes, ranging from turtle to shark.

Why it could work: Picture a turtle with a tiny little birthday hat - eating some mashed-up apple with a tiny candle in it. If you don’t find that adorable, you’re soulless.

Why it probably won’t work: It’s apparently illegal to test products on animals, and there is no guarantee that the hats won’t be edible to the little critters.



5. The Wireless Foldout

What is it? A foldout chair with wifi connectivity. Also includes beverage holders and comes in a variety of hip neon colors.

Why it could work: No one likes sitting on the dirty woodland ground during a picnic. Sometimes, you just have to check your Facebook messages or read FMyLife while you’re sitting on the beach.

Why it probably won’t work: Bears can probably sense electronic signals. I might have made that up.

-Arian Murati

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A Pitchfork Review of a Day In Pitchfork

Wednesday, August 12, 2009 20 comments

Every day, Pitchfork Media reviews new music. Today, PopSense decided to review Pitchfork.


Index - Jump to each section by clicking title
Top Story and Headlines - 4.6
Track Reviews - 8.1
Album Reviews - 6.8
Features - 6.2
Advertisement - 9.0
Forkcast - 5.3


OVERALL SCORE OF PITCHFORK.COM - 6.7


Top Story and Headlines

Pitchfork News Team

[Pitchfork; 2009]

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Unreleased Jeff Buckley Song in Tearjerker
And by "unreleased," you mean a remastered bootleg that's actually an Elton John cover song. Also, a using-lots-of-dashes-to-describe-something technique is a lazy way to describe something. 6.1

Buy Billy Corgan Lunch!
Doesn't say what actual cause the money is going towards, presumably it will go straight to the "Billy Corgan needs to eat since people stopped listening to the Smashing Pumpkins" fund - 4.5

Is this the flaming lips album cover? - "We sure hope so" -- that's like putting a picture of Morgan Freedman and writing "We sure hope so" under a title that reads "Is this God?" - Hopeful Conjecture, Not News - 3.2

Jim James to Release George Harrison Tribute
An appropriately placed beard joke and the news itself is mildly to somewhat interesting - 7.4

Pavement's Spiral Stairs Preps Solo Album
"Up until now, he's never recorded an album under his own name-- or his own pseudnym. That's about to change" -- PAGING DETECTIVE OBVIOUS, THIS IS THE OBVIOUS POLICE, YES WE USE PAGERS NOW - 5.2

Devandra Finishes New LP, Leaves Label
"Banhart's sixth solo LP all finished, and it's due this fall on a label to be named later" - pitchfork caveman make blatant grammatical error! 1.3

Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) Side Project Announced
With actual quotes from Justin Vernon, this news piece succeeds in illuminating an exciting new release with minimal Pitchfork commentary. Best New News - 8.7

Virgin Mobile Fest Returns -- For Free
Unable to look past their bias towards Meriweather Post Pavilion (9.6), Pitchfork blindly claims that the show's lineup "looks strong." By averaging the latest album scores of the lineup, however, we see that this festival amounts to a mere 7.46667. Looks "meh."7.3

Dirty Projectors in Auto Accident
It's not an auto-accident unless somebody is seriously injured, you sensationalizing bastards. 2.6

Jay Bennett's Death: Overdose
What?? A musician dies of overdose?? Now that's news people. 5.0

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Zach Kelly
Beck Sunday "Sunday Morning" Review

[Self-Released]

7
Zach Kelly understands Beck better than Beck has ever understood Beck. Noting that Beck has "employ[ed] a somberness that his original music hasn't seen in a while" is an insightfully morose observation and vivaciously demonstrates a grasp of Beck's career and the context for this reviewer to discuss the song. Still not sure how one channels something "respectfully honest"... as opposed to disrespectfully dishonest? "I was singing "Born in the U.S.A. while spitting on my dad's my E-Street Band vinyl collection. Later, I totes lied about it."

Ian Cohen
Bloc Party "One More Chance" Review

[Self-Released]

8

Ian Cohen paints a glorious picture with this review that is a vivid display of understanding both in regards to Bloc Party and the english language, it is a picture so vibrant and descriptive that The Mona Lisa is suddenly revealed to be the piece of crap painting that a 3 year old mentally-challenged monkey could shit out on Microsoft Paint. Like any sane assessment of Bloc Party, this review cerebrally illustrates how the band has devolved into a foolish parody of themselves as well as 90's house music. With biting truthfulness Cohen labels the song as "just another Bloc Party single," accurately describing how fans are slowly beginning to accept Bloc Party's mediocrity. Best New Track Review

Joe Colly
Real Estate "Green River" Review

[Self-Released]

9

When Joe Colly decided to review 'Real Estate' he must have first freed himself of his own human existence, stood up on some higher plane near his now-lifeless human self, possibly on a chair or a large stool, looked down upon his jello-y Joe Colly frame and imparted wisdom from that slightly higher vantage point to allow himself to write this remarkably enlightening review. It is far too easy for critics of "lo-fi pop" to describe songs within this genre as "the lovechild of Wavves and No Age." Fortunately, Joe Colly does not take this shortcut in assessing "Real Estate," noting the track's "warmth and texture" rather than "cloying or of-the-moment" like a, say, Japandroids song. Colly's audacity - to treat a B-side, let a alone a lo-fi beach-pop B-side as its own entity - is ambitious to say the least. Best New Track Review

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Brian Howe
Tortoise "Beacons of Ancestorship"

Review

[Pitchfork; 2009]

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After navigating through word choices that Brian Howe seems to have included solely to prove that he got 3, count'em, 3 Gold stars on his 8th grade Language Arts exam (see: interpenetrating, proliferate, postmortem, etc), it becomes clear that this reviewer had absolutely nothing of substance to say about this album, and instead had already decided what Tortoise had to do in order to write "an ambitious record" despite the fact that he acknowledges that "the funny thing is that for most bands [this album] would be the very definition of an ambitious record."

The review is framed by two other lol-worthy paradoxes: First, the opening paragraph overstates how influential the band has been (if they actually "garnered a level of influence in indie music that almost rivals that of Animal Collective today," it would go without explaining). Secondly, Howe closes the review by saying, "You want to see them at least risk fucking up, and acknowledging that music is played by humans. Now that Tortoise have inarguably mastered the consideration of their namesake, it might not hurt them to tap into a little of the impulsiveness of the hare." Let's try to make sense of this: Brian Howe is implying two things in the first sentence: 1) The album is perfect in every way, there are no fuck ups, and 2) as a result of (1), the members of Tortoise are not human. In the proceeding sentence we have an analogy that seems like it could make sense, until we remember that Tortoises go slowly not as a result of carefully calculating all of their choices and making safe decisions, but rather simply because they are just slow fucking animals. This pun is not effective.

Finally, here is a sentence from the review:
"Now that smuggling non-guitar genres into indie rock is commonplace, the record could feel like a postmortem of Tortoise's own influence, and the air of self-consciousness that often attends their music thickens"

I will now review the rest of the review by using this same sentence and filling in a few blanks (I'm pretty sure Howe stole this sentence from me anyway when I was totally blazed out of my mind last week, so suck on that intellectual property law)

"Now that smuggling [words that make no sense in context into music reviews] is commonplace, the [review] could feel like a postmortem of [Brian Howe's] own influence, and the air of self-consciousness that often attends [his reviews thickens]."

This review made no sense, I still know nothing about Tortoise or the thickness of their musical self-consciousness.

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Stephen M. Deusner
Lemonhead "Varshons" Review

[Thrill Jockey; 2009]

9.6















The much-anticipated Stephen M. Deusner review of The Lemonheads cover album 'Varshons' is one of the most adventurously clear, wildly comprehensive, and outrageously navigable reviews to grace the screen in what could be years. Not since the release of Brent DiCrescenzo's April 30, 2000 review of Sonic Youth's NYC Ghosts and Flowers have we seen such a responsibly crafted shitting on of an album.

As Deusner flawlessly transitions from one shockingly understandable phrase to another there are moments where the reader finds themselves asking, "Wait, Holy Shit, do I actually 'get' what is being said here?" Yes, yes you do.

In the first paragraph Deusner describes one tune as a "country-tinged murder ballad"-- an image that ambitiously combines both words that make sense to normal people and and words that should be used to describe music.

This sort of phraseology throughout the review gives the reader a sense of not wanting to kill themselves midway through it.

Serious speculation is surrounding the fact that this review could very well be the best of 2k9, but while some refuse to make such a bold statement this early in the year, everyone seems to be in general agreement that it is the ultimate answer to Brian Howe's helplessly shitty review of Tortoise's "Beacons of Ancestorship"

Thanks Stephen, it looks like 2k9 is gonna be a good year after all. Best New Album Reviews

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Mike McGonigal
Alasdair Roberts "Spoils" Review

[Pitchfork; 2009]

9.0















Mike McGonigal was once quoted as saying, "I am the son of God" Actually that was Jesus, but based on this review, it's really hard to tell the difference between the two of them. Opening with a lyrical discussion on eye socket fucking, McGonigal reminds all you bitches that he had his name way before JK Rowling tried to make a fool of him.

He acknowledges the fact that the 'weirdo folk-rock record' can be so strong despite its living up to being exactly that is "almost a miracle" (you can't make up this Jesus imagery, people). McGonigal displays a Deusner-y understanding of writing a review: use terms like 'pretty as hell' that make sense to regular human beings.

When describing the oft-made connection between Roberts and Will Oldham, McGonigal says that it is not "the worst comparison," which is, of course, the reviewer's impressively tactful way of saying, "Fuck you Brian Howe"

McGonigal's style throughout this review can be summed up in one word: Fuck yeah. Ok, so that's two words, but he's Jesus, he can whatever the hell he wants so back off. Best New Album Reviews

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Paul Thompson
So Many Dynamos "The Loud Wars" Review

[Pitchfork; 2009]

6.8














Paul Thompson is an intelligent, all-around lovable guy with good intentions, but in this review we see him fall victim to a somewhat debilitating case of 'talking about shit that doesn't actually have to do with the music but could help him come to a conclusion about it regardless'.

Thompson describes the Loud Wars as being formulaic, which is inherently meant to hold negative weight. However, if one were to describe an album review that met a formula in which the reviewer talked more about the music recorded on the album instead of other things that aren't recorded on the album, you'd be describing a good review. In a very pitchforkian sense, then Paul Thompson's review is both formulaic and yet not formulaic at all. It's so human yet so digital. Yet at the same time-- at the VERY same time-- it is so not Merriweather Post Pavilion.

Still, this may all be a result of crappy music, not lazy reviewing. We'll give you a break on this one Paul, but only because you're so goddamn lovable.

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David Bevan
The Present "World I See / The Way We Are" Review

[Pitchfork; 2009]

6.8















Oh David Bevan, why have you forsaken me?
In an incredibly uninspired review, David Bevan is sending readers into a frenzy of disappointment, but can one really blame the reviewer for the remarkably high standards that readers set upon them after past successes? Of course we all remember Bevan's past genre-shaking reviews that seemed to say, "hey language, yeah you, written word, you are no longer a viable medium for what I need to convey," but can't a guy just take a breather every once in a while?

Is it fair of one critic to tell another critic that they can't use phrases like "walls of sound" to describe something good despite the fact that everyone knows that a wall of sound is not only the most generic phrase, but also just conveys the message that the sound is a large, impenetrable substance made probably of brick or some other material that would just hurt if it ever came at you or you ran into it? Is that even a question?

Nevertheless, you have to give a man props for rating two albums in one review and claiming that one album is exactly 1/100th better than the other. Only a review penned by The Bev could make such an aggressive choice.

It is, however, unforgivable, to end a review with a statement that is so incredibly pompous (yet simultaneously nondescriptive) that it makes Brian Howe look like Bill Shakespeare. I present, unedited, Bevan's big closing number:

"Santos seems to be trying to transcend the idea of listening experience in particular. He's taken to finding a spectrum of sound that mirrors more than just a moment."

If this is true, if Santos has in fact transcended the concept of listening and that all other music simply captures a moment whereas Santos' music mirrors somehow more than this, than this album needs not only to receive a 10.0 but also to be played over loud speakers big-brother style for every human being to listen to immediately. All other music will be burned because it is no longer relevant. Apparently, neither is David Bevan.

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Features
The Pitchfork Jockeys

[Pitchfork; 2009]

6.2




Guest lists: Japandroids

Oh cool, the same questionnaire we see every day. Oh well, bands are just numbers, so these questions should be relevant to everyone. "You know what, I actually don't have a mobile phone. I'm the last of my kind." Incredible. - 7.6



Interviews: Phoenix

Because Pitchfork prefaces the interview with explaining how Phoenix frontman Thomas Mars' "english fails him" sometimes and how his "big ideas don't always totally translate on the page," we've taken up the taks of further translated Mr. Mars responses to these "fascinating" and "hard-hitting" questions. By providing answers of our own.

Pitchfork: Congrats on playing "Saturday Night Live". Did they try to get you guys in any comedy skits?

Thomas Mars: Unless you are justin Timberlake, the musical guest never acts in a skit. Good first question, douche.

Pitchfork: It feels like people are really ready to love Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix. Do you feel like people are responding to this record more than anything else you've done?

TM: It feels like we're already a semi-popular band, so yeah, people are responding to this now because they actually know who we are.

Pitchfork: It's funny you mention that, because I was thinking how your songs could be in a billion commercials. Specifically, they seem perfect for iPod ads, which tend to go with really pop-oriented, upbeat music. Would you want to do an ad like that?

TM: Is this a trick question? Don't you shit on bands who do iPod ads? Is this a nice way of asking me if we're going to sell out?

Pitchfork: I think a lot of people think of the iPod commercial when they hear Coldplay's "Viva la Vida."

TM: Hmm, people associate incredibly popular songs with an incredibly popular ad campaign. Profound.

Pitchfork: I read that some of the songs on the new record took three years to complete. Obviously, you're not working on the same song everyday for three years

TM: What else does three years to complete mean? - 5.9


Interviews: Bat for Lashes

"Then, bolstering her astronomical metaphors with a tragic character inspired by the seamy underbelly of old New York, and trading debut album Fur and Gold's orchestral druid-rock trappings for booming percussion and 1980s electro synths, she makes the whole thing magnificently her own."

That is one sentence. This paragraph is then closed with a latin phrase "Exeunt omnes." Good thing Natasha Khan is cool. - 8.0




Articles: Bonnaroo 2009

Wow, three pages of miraculously non-comprehensive reviews of each band that played, this SO sums up the Bonnaroo experience for a vast majority of the audience!

Excerpt:
TV on the Radio [Which Stage; 6:45 p.m.]

"TVOTR are also a well-oiled festival machine by this point, rolling through their catalog with a sharp precision and few curiosity-killing lulls. Maybe too much so: some of the menace of "Wolf Like Me" and "Staring at the Sun" was dissipated, either by the familiarity of the moment or they peaceful sunset Tunde Adebimpe bellowed into."

It's a sad thing when a band's "menace" is "disspated" by "familiarty" and a "peaceful sunset." That's EXACTLY what I was thinking! - 4.5

This Book is Broken

"This Book is Broken" (article by Pitchfork writer, Stuart Berman)
A highly critical commentary on the gripping new novel "This Book is Broken," which is also written by Pitchfork writer, Stuart Berman.
- self-ball-tonguing assholes - 0.2

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The picture is a little blurry but this does make us feel authentic. Also, being able to get a band in to do an interview after rating one of their albums a 0.0 is like getting an internet footjob -- both impressive and baffling when you tell your friends about it the next day - 9.0

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Graham Coxon: In the Morning
Describing a song as "Beatles-y" is the broadest, most unhelpful description ever: Should I expect this song to be like 'Happiness is a Warm Gun' or 'Yellow Submarine'... 4.8

Love Is All: Various Songs (Daytrotter session)
Daytrotter's mission statement explicitly says that what makes them stand apart is that they are producing their own original content for the music world, not just regurgitating it. Being ironic is so first half of 2009. - 3.1

Spiral Stairs: "Maltese Terrier"
Already heard about this in your news section, hate clicking multiple links, why wouldn't you just include the song with the news story? What is this about? Is this about the money? Ya know what just come to my house and take it, I don't even care. I'm going to put my life saving's in my child's mouth and I want you to just take the entire baby with the money in it, and I want you to sell the baby because I don't care about him either. You are sick bastards. - 7.8

Sally Shapiro: "Miracle (Bogdan Irkük Remix)"
Why are the titles of all remixes in some language I can't understand: Cultural hegemony! - 3.2

jj: "From Africa to Málaga"
If you click the link provided to go to the song where the artists have hosted it, you are presented bluntly with a white page, sparse text, and a large, faded image of two people's backs splattered ravenously with blood.
Pitchfork describes this song as being a "light Balearic summery jam, and would make a nice soundtrack to chilling by a cold swimming pool. Boy, doesn't that sound nice on a day like this." Mixed message much? - 2.8

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The Rise and Fall of Hipster Criticism

Animal Collective is The Dave Matthews Band. PBR is Natty Light. Pointed leather booties are Birkenstocks. The frat-housing, all-American bro is the true foil of the back-alley Brooklyn hipster. Both are aligned with easily caricatured subcultures, one based on "broing out" with a brew and the boys, the other on "looking like a fucking hipster" with a brew and the boys.

The main difference between these two sects, however, is that the bro is a dying breed. The hipster is a once-minority that, in the last several years, has etched itself into the public conscious. Critics of the hipster wallow gleefully in their ability to "take an outside look" on culture that is "built on vanity and irony." What these critics don't realize, however, is that this very argument is a dated, pseudo-intellectual trend.

Ever since "that Adbusters article," the one in which a random dude showed up at a party for research to prove that hipsters are, indeed, "the end of Western civilization," the hipster has grown into a neon-colored target for criticism. Meanwhile, the Abercrombied bro was given time to fade gracefully into cultural irrelevance. His Hollister hemp bracelet became an object so blatantly lame that it is now too obvious to mock. These days, the bro currently resides peacefully in nationwide frat houses, performing keg-stands and sing-a-longs of "Wonderwall" at leisure.

Replacing a few clothes and band names, are hipsters the next group in line to be shelved in the cupboard of cultural memes?

It was announced yesterday that "Look at this Fucking Hipster," a Tumblr devoted to posting pictures of people with oblivious self-obsession and an unconditional love for flannel is getting a book deal. (Note: The Hipster Handbook hit the shelves in 2003.) "Look at this Fucking Hipster" once and you've looked at them all — the social commentary ends right about there. We already know that the bearded guy with the geek glasses and Furby costume is ridiculous.

When a blog launched to chronicle the silly happenings of semi-obscure people has the potential to be a profitable and marketable good, you know hipsters are on their way out. Bound into a pretty book on your mother's coffee table, "Look at this Fucking Hipster" will be remembered not as a biting satire of hipsterism, but rather, a memory of a peculiarly inbred group who took pride in independent music and the most identifiable style since large shoulder-pads in the 80's. In short, an old photo album of a time before the media killed the hipster star.

Once this trend of hipster criticism subsides, only the purists will remain. Remember, the bro-backlash did not wipe the planet clean of those with a burning desire to "chill out" and "kick back with the Wii," it merely highlighted those who stuck around in the aftermath, true-believers in broism. Rest assured, my flanneled friends, by the time this book hits the shelves, the calm after the storm will be near. You can finally say, “If I didn’t already know I was listening to Animal Collective on these headphones, I would bet myself $100 that I was listening to Animal Collective on these headphones.”

And you will say it with pride.

-Stelios Phili

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