As pop, it’s irritating and destructive. As rock, it could give a fuck. What more could you ask for?
Joanna Newsom, don’t think you’re getting some kind of genius pass.
Dignity is just an obstacle that keeps you from reaching your full commercial potential.
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.
This is music. It’s personal. It’s pheromones, not Trivial Pursuit.
Helplessness Blues is 50 minutes of laments for one’s self in the face of shifting uncertainty, framed in endless soothing harmonies, an opiate of sighs.