Hey now, I like reading P4k reviews and articles as much as the next guy. The writing quality, organization, and professionalism are among the best on the interwebs. Probably the best. But sometimes I think we might be putting a little too much faith in P4k as the official doctrine for modern musical evaluation. As mentioned above, I also think Nick Cave has released one of the best albums so far this year, but P4k's progressive agenda will always outweigh any conservative proclivities that might be implied through a BNM tag. Understandably, though. I mean, they don't want to become the 21st-century Rolling Stone.
For sure. Not disagreeing with you or anything.
All's I'm saying is that the ratings and "best new whatevers" more so reflect the direction they desire than the actual quality of the music. As is any indie music site in this fragile blogosphere, they're perpetually in danger of sinking below the curve.
I'm pretty anti-Pitchfork overall. It seems like too many people see the scores before listening to an album, thus making it nearly impossible to listen to something for the first time objectively. I do, however, think they break/rank all kinds of different bands and albums that I otherwise might not hear about, so I do like them for that.
8.2 no BNM. Not sure if that's what you guys are alluding to with all of the chatter above, but just wanted to offically put this here. No way is Wondrous Bughouse even close to as good as New Moon.
Wonderous Bughouse is a fine record that through no fault of its own symbolizes everything that I've grown tired and bored of with contemporary indie. I feel like Beavis watching Pavement on MTV (at the point when Pavement's style of indie rock had officially played itself to death, irrespective of the fact that Wowee Zowee was itself incredible): "oh no, it's another one of these."
I actually disagree with you about it being a fine record, however. I just find it incredibly grating and sort of thrown together. I loved Year Of Hibernation for all of its limitations and he's just expanded out his sound into every conceivable directional touchstone without any sense of cohesion--not even track to track either; even within the tracks there are elements that make no sense being together.
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4/8 Drive Like Jehu @ The Glass House
5/1 Sleater-Kinney @ The Palladium
5/8 Stephin Merritt @ The Masonic Lodge at Hollywood Forever Cemetary
Disagree -- I'd be curious to hear what specifically your speaking of when you say elements that make no sense together. I hear what your saying but this record grows on you. Save "Attic Doctor" there isn't a track that I haven't come to love. It's certainly not just thrown together, there is a ton of thought put into these songs with themes and motifs that suggest hefty rumination. The way he puts together such disparate parts on, say, Third Dystopia; shuffling drums, tape hiss, strange feedback, well placed guitar plucks, and the unique fragile vocals, is amazing. He's created a specific sonic world with the entire album that he completely owns. I think saying it is just thrown together is not giving the work credit. Of course not everyone will like it and there is no saying your right or I am, it's all opinion which is one beauty of music, but that doesn't mean it should be tossed aside as lackadaisical.
The new Phosphorescent was fork'd today. Well deserved and one of the most cogent reviews I've read in a long time. This album will rate highly at the end of the year, imo.
ehhhh I think it's better than 8.4 but that's because I think in whole numbers. I say 9.
Pretty surprising that the usual power puff reviewers over at NPR and PMA both ripped JT and the harsher critics at CoS and Pitchfork lauded it. I agree with the latter and also think an 8.4 is about right.
They were way to generous with the rating of that new Kvelertak album.
A little behind on my listening, but the score (8.4) and subsequent forking of "Cerulean Salt" by Waxahatchee is yet another example of the frequent gaffes made by P4k. This chick so blatantly apes Liz Phair...down to the chord structures of her songs. And, it's not due to a lack of awareness of Liz Phair by the author...he makes a passing reference in the last sentence. Total rubbish.