Monday, November 7

Speaking of music criticism for dumbasses, "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot did nothing to disabuse" Stephen Metcalf of the notion that Wilco sound like classic rock for frat boys. Come on, man, if you're gonna hate, hate with your brain turned on and your ears engaged. Otherwise you might wind up wasting a clever phrase like "What not to make of a diminished thing" while attacking a trendy band in some transparent bid for cheap contrarian credibility.

p1k3 / 2005 / 11 / 7