OK, is this the worst piece of music writing ever?

guys that is literally a ten year old story

yea i was wondering who was gonna say it first lol

like how is it remotely trenchant/relevant to bring up a decade-old piece by a dude who was a punchline right out the gate (deservedly so, his writing sucks) but hasn't made so much as a peep as far as i know or care in any way that the average person would see...like om gosh pitchfork did dumb things then and now what a brave truth-to-power statement

*but hasn't made so much as a peep as far as i know or care in any way that the average person would see in like 5 years

On the other hand nothing wrong with visiting that Kid A review once in awhile.

given that this thread was started to clown an article in a zero budget British university newspaper I think that Pitchfork is also fair game

I know this is 'rolling terrible music writing thread' by any other name but most articles tend to only be written right after they're published and then never again so

I don't normally believe in "so bad it's good" but that Brent D's Kid A review is the exception that proves the rule. Every sentence is pure magic.

Haha omg I was seriously just reading the p4k worst albums cover thing like last weekend

i can recite huge chunks of the kid a review from memory

comparing this album to other albums is like comparing an aquarium to blue construction paper

something about witnessing the stillbirth of a baby while also watching it "play in the afterlife on imax"

those first 3 covers are classic, what the hell

iirc it has a single lucid and effective metaphor ("kissing around a big nose"), like a flawed rug, xp

Vice Exclusive: People should dance at dance parties
https://thump.vice.com/en_us/article/if-you39re-facing-the-dj-you39re-getting-dance-music-wrong

Perhaps our attention spans are such now that we constantly need a focal point. It could be tied to our worrying inability to 'do nothing', without inevitably flicking our phones open. In a club setting, we are hard-wired to search for what we assume to be the central point of meaning in the room, rather than allowing the music (a more abstract sensory focal point) to possess us like a sexy demon.

Dancing doesn't have to be funny or embarrassing (unless, of course, you're one of those chiefs that starts doing the worm and the splits, like a town fair acrobat). Let's have a boogie, or at least do something more expressive than the mimicking of scraping dog shit from your shoes for three hours. Not to get all "good old days," but a glance at a video of the acid house era, or a story from Studio 54, will quickly illustrate the simple truth: we are getting it wrong. The time has come to take ownership of this epidemic, to accept that we're uncoordinated and uncool. The DJ isn't there to be stared at. They are there to be forgotten completely.

Madonna' - "Allow The Music (A More Abstract Sensory Focal Point) To Possess Us Like a Sexy Demon" [Let's Have a Boogie Remix]

In a club setting, we are hard-wired to search for what we assume to be the central point of meaning in the room, rather than allowing the music (a more abstract sensory focal point) to possess us like a sexy demon.

Either I stopped going out to clubs at the right time of my life or this is the dumbest, most inaccurate thing I've ever read

rather than allowing the music to possess us like a sexy demon

to think i was just considering having a new dn

xp what the fuck does "the central point of meaning in the room" mean? like the thing/person with the most potential for metaphor? lol

i also feel like a lotta fuckin club inhabitants (or ppl dancing in plain old bars) have very much accepted that they're uncoordinated and uncool or don't know it and think theyre the bees' drunken knees

people who who can't just dance and enjoy themselves without everyone else around them dancing are the worst

allowing a more abstract sensory focal point to possess us like a sexy demon

is that piece written by a NYer? Lots of people don't actually like dancing here that think they do

the really hilarious thing for me is that "the central point of meaning in the room" in a nightclub is the bar

Perhaps our attention spans are such now that we constantly need a focal point. It could be tied to our worrying inability to 'do nothing', without inevitably flicking our phones open.

this is p forced as society-is-in-the-guttering goes, seeing as people have been imploring the sentiment of this article since before mobile phones were at all ubiquitous

that said this doesn't seem especially awful to me

So crazy that people will pay to see a famous DJ and then want to watch them perform.

Let's have a boogie

sounds like a character talking in a '95-era Blur song.

Sounds like a budget Status Quo best of

‘Shoegaze,’ was an industry in-joke. One that made Swervedriver’s career trajectory rather atypical. Cut by the hardy brambles of their peers, the belated Creation Records outlanders had to combat against the bias monopolisation of the early 90s UK music press. Performing in the shadows of Oxford’s recently reformed Ride, the band were vehemently paralleled to their era’s contemporaries. Yet their international success was prompt and brash. Their commerciality appealed instantly to the US; soused in the waves of Seattle grunge and scouting for the next Andy Bell. Yet Swervedriver were opposed to the niche they had been advertised as. Swervedriver were never the doyens of shoegaze but the British answer to America’s swell of alternative rock.

http://crackmagazine.net/article/music/swervedriver-scala/

here he is!

http://static1.squarespace.com/static/52fc36d4e4b012d3648f10d5/t/53082d4de4b035db717077aa/1393044814075/137638-andy-bell-joe-was-not-prepared-for-x-factor-experience.jpg

What language was that Swervedriver piece originally written in?

Christ, this bloke could be some kind of genius

Swans end with Bring The Sun/Black Hole Man. The sound is immeasurable. You end up feeling different, like you’ve completed a dianetics conditioning session. There’s a sense of relief but also one that yearns to be back inside Swans’ cocoon. Every time you get the opportunity to see Swans, it’s like they pour salt in to your mind’s eye. Gira’s group are the controllers of chaos and still one of the only bands where the manic euphoria they inflict is truly authentic.

Technology has aided in shivving the rigid red tape of convention lassoed around live performances. This is all the more generative for electronic music. If the sounds that fall upon our ears are altogether alien, it is technology’s job to help us visualise in the mind’s eye what we hear. And as the synthesis of synth and sight propel themselves into the future, so too do the performances.

There are very few metal bands that permit themselves to shed the trite doldrums of despair. Weedeater’s image is dictated by the doom they wield, the beer they consume and the weed they smoke. Their gruesome attitude is without guise. Their mannerisms are wholly believable and consequently relatable. This is what makes their show so deafeningly gratifying. Tonight also showcases new material aiding in crystallising Weedeater’s imminent future releases. This group’s burgeoning bong riffing seems to have no intention of expiring.

'vehemently paralleled to their era’s contemporaries'

grrr, you are so similar to other similar bands!

"the belated Creation Records outlanders had to combat against the bias monopolisation"

That's some Google Translate magic

it's kind of like a rockhacksmithery version of those FB macros about how the brain can still read words even when the letters are all jumbled. everything he's written makes sense but all the word choices are super odd

why do so many people want to be music writers?

deep desire to be loved, receive free links to 128k advance mp3s

to get girls

are right about everything, need people to know this

connect to albums by bands as if they are g.i. joe figures, want to play with them forever

nv & matt otm

Free Swervedriver tix

Weedeater man those dudes are some scary fuckin rednecks they look like they'd knife you I think dude was drinking cough syrup onstage

The guy who wrote the Swervedriver review is a mine of pure gold.

On Swans: "Beneath faded spotlights, Thor Harris gently strokes a gong. His beating causes an almost erosive ambience. Minutes and minutes and minutes go by. The climate is still. Members of the group trickle in one at a time. Michael Gira arrives last. He reapplies fabric to his elbow as a cushion against the body of his guitar. The volume grows and voices are lost in the ramshackle."

He's versatile, too – he can be bad an all genres. Here is on JME: "Yet while JME preaches over the fruits of veganism and the toils of A&R depravity, there is a storming vocal aggression that uppercuts the purls of his production. Behind the computer console accreditations, the Nazir Mazhar citations and internet meme quotes is an unquenched ferocity fuelled by the desire to be self-sufficient in an unforgiving social climate."

And interviewing Dylan Carlson: “I joke I only had one good idea in my lifetime and have decided to run with it.” He laughs earnestly, winter winds bayonetting at his lungs as he relieves the catarrh from his throat. Carlson is currently travelling with his bandmates Adrienne Davies and Dom McGreevy to the north of England, a place he treasures for its folklore and sardonic humour. There’s this giddy movement to his delivery. “Obviously I’m as happy as pig in shit to be back in the UK,” he cracks another chesty cackle.

his use of language really is unique, isn't it?

Not totally unique; there's a jazz critic, Derek Taylor, who's almost as bad. It's thesaurus addiction - write a clear sentence, then pull the book out and pick the most obscure possible replacement for each word.

it's not just replacing words, though, the structure is nutso too

I don't know how you end up writing like that if English is your first language (or even second tbh). It's not bad like most of the writing on the thread is bad. It's truly bizarre.

"he cracks another chesty cackle" -- are we sure he's not just randomly quoting Finnegans Wake?

OH fuck

I think I met this guy's roommate at a Weyes Blood gig on Tuesday, he had to use my phone to access Facebook and his contact was called Tom Watson. I asked whether the MP or the golfer. It transpired to be someone yet greater