Reviewing Arcade Fire is beneath me
It’s Dylan at his dandiest, the least earthy version of Dylans, the one least covered in dirt, self-applied or otherwise.
TNSofN are first and foremost an art band
I’m not saying Sleigh Bells are visionaries. I just think they’re paying very close attention. They push the logics of consumerism/consumption/celebrity to their breaking point, a grotesque extreme that would qualify as parody if it didn’t feel so real.
This isn’t just one more reunion. And I’m pleased to say that Uncanney Vally justifies its existence, the re-emergence of the band.
Static as in staying in one place. Static as in unable to move. Static as in poor reception.
Here and now in 2013, you’ve heard the sound of this record a hundred times. Why would you want to hear it again?
In its obsessions with identity, fantasy v. reality, the feeling of being watched, it couldn’t be more of its time.
Haim’s pleasure, limited as even its enthusiasts admit, is the empty pleasure of an endless series of twinkies eaten over the course of 45 minutes. Fine enough in the beginning, but eventually destined to sicken.
It’s like one of the kids from Boyz II Men wandered into 120 Days Of Sodom.