Reminder: It’s okay if you don’t give a shit about the records dudes were bumping the first time they went down on a girl in the 90s; you can still listen to “rapping 2 u” and not feel like you’ve missed out on some illusory historical moment in music. But if you like Neutral Milk Hotel then that’s okay too.
Hello again. In case you forgot, I’m putting out an album in two weeks. Here is Fit In’s second single. This song is called “Tomorrow” and I’ve tagged it as #sensitive and #sad. If that’s how you’re feeling today or ever, listen to it/download it/share it, and then you can mail me a Ziploc bag full of your tears.
Fit In will be available for full download (all 10 songs with lots of solos and overdubbed harmonies) on May 14. You can also like Manors on Facebook, if that’s your kind of thing.
This album is going to be great.
Important Uffie-related revelations.
The band simply doesn’t possess the energy or conviction to qualify their songs as mimicries, let alone exculpate their sinful lack of identity— the notion of developing a “Razorlight sound” may not have even crossed their minds yet, and might possibly never.
—Sylvester wasn’t the only one to call out Razorlight for their limp impression of The Strokes but I wonder if he’s seen the Mighty Boosh episode where Razorlight are out in the desert searching for their “new sound.”
Nick Sylvester is as well known for his vicious lack of mercy as he is for his incomparable (literary) style, but this review of Insterstella 5555, which he apparently likes more than anything else Daft Punk have ever done, really nails it. Most of what I’ve read (and loved) of Sylvester’s has been overwhelmingly negative (his review of Daft Club is a vitriolic masterpiece) but I think his criticism is better - if a degree less entertaining - when he’s writing on stuff he actually likes. Actually I think that’s true of most critics, maybe to the point of obviousness, although the popular adage is that it’s easier to write a review of something one hates. One of Greil Marcus’s contentions in the introduction to Psychotic Reactions & Carburetor Dung (and also one of several contentions I believe prove that Marcus didn’t even read the fucking book he put together) is that Lester Bangs always wrote better when he hated something and bordered on useless when he really loved something. This is as untrue of Bangs as it is every good critic.
As an aside, the folks who cry foul whenever Pitchfork (which they imagine to be a single-minded entity) changes its mind about a band must be having an furious orgy over the Random Access Memories hype. Daft Punk have averaged a totally underwhelming score since Schreiber reviewed Discovery back in 2001.
I dunno why it seems suddenly trendy to conceptualize “punk” in 2013 as if it resembled the Maximum Rock N Roll letters page in ‘94; today’s punks are heterogenous and frequently musically omnivorous and doing rad joyful stuff all over. When you see writing like this you wonder how deeply engaged these writers are with the diverse universe of punk kids today.
Obviously that’s what my Brian King-style skinny black rolled up sleeves tee is for.
I AM MARRIED TO A MODEL
AND AM A RIGHTEOUS DUDE