A. The continued manufactured consent/publicist bullshit that has infested the music business for decades. I’m still in shock looking at the Guardian best of 2017 and seeing the St. Vincent record at the #1 position. I try to be an open minded gent so I thought I would peep it again and honestly I don’t get it. Recycled sounds, a distinct lack of soul, and a manicured sound that drains the already drained proceedings. Put this record up against Prince’s 1999 and then give me a call. I don’t see anyone listening to this record in 5 years — isn’t that a simple definition of a great record? There’s a huge difference between a great publicist/marketing campaign and a great record.
B. People are mad lazy. I don’t see how many supposed music lovers (including mindless music writers of which there are dozens) put a napkin in their collar and just lap up what is served to them. Some music publicist calls you up, blows a little air up yer skirt and you just faun over the most mindless shit. Or you read an article and you just nod your head like some sort of zombie. It’s fucking shameful. Is it not a reasonable definition of a sophisticated music listener to check music out independently of what is being pushed by record label pimps and to occasionally call bullshit on an awful record??? Is everybody so fucking spineless and afraid that they will never stick their necks out and dump on a mediocre effort? Man, the National record this year almost collapses under the weight of its own pretension and I read the most breathless (dare I say orgasm-y) reviews of music that should be fed to senior citizens as the sonic equivalent of applesauce. Blech!
I’m no hater and I love music and an essential part of loving music is sorting out the shit from the gold. The amount of gold spray paint that has been applied to musical turds is not helping music out. While people may get a good huff of spray paint buzz it stinks like shit when the paint dries and cracks to reveal what’s underneath.
I hope some folks in 2018 will show some self-respect/self-esteem and start thinking for themselves instead of sitting with their spoons out and their diapers on. Jesus, it all goes down in public and it’s fucking shameful to watch. I’m embarrassed on your behalf.