http://desperationandnoise.com/2009/06/15/my-war-with-the-dirty-projectors/
Last week I read an article on
Stereogum that instilled in me a previously unknown rage.
I am not often angry in relation to music—what little I dislike I regard with minor annoyance, or even ambivalence, as I am often wont to retrieve from seeming black holes of songs any good qualities they may hold and keep them permanently in mind so that when I come upon someone who enjoys said disliked song I will not spend the next twenty minutes of their life describing to them in detail why they should feel immense, crippling shame.
That is not how I choose to roll.
But then I read
"Wait, is Bitte Orca the best album of 2009?" and felt my synapses all dive into the fire at once because they could no longer live in this cruel, inane world, where every comment that deigns to list the best albums of 2009 (which means what in June, that the other months have all retreated and shrunk forevermore under the immense pall cast by this plague of flawless art in these last six months?) lists the
same three albums, as follows:
- Animal Collective:
Merriweather Post Pavillion- Grizzly Bear:
Veckatimest- Dirty Projectors:
Bitte OrcaI cannot argue against Animal Collective—their live show broke open my head and made the goo inside glow in the dark. I have also let go my frustration at Grizzly Bear's inexplicable popularity—I have loved some records for much less than some pretty sweet harmonies. In fact, I like Hole's
Celebrity Skin entirely for its occasionally bursts of harmonic light. This is okay.
The Dirty Projectors are not okay.
The Dirty Projectors are boring.
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