Tuesday, June 22, 2004
While we're on the subject, I'm starting to get an awful distaste for music reviews. Why can't reviewers just say a bit of what it's like, musically and lyrically, maybe make a comparison or two, explain the mood and to what degree it effected them and how they liked it or didn't - the end. Why do they have to go into all these mean-nothing, faux-poetic tangents (the following are all from recent reviews I've hated):
-"The harmonies coalesce like dandelion dust, fragile stems rooted in spidery electric guitar and cresting electronics."
-"A stark, lonely whistle introduces plucked strings, only hinting at the full sounds to come."
-"He writes with the self-confidence of a man at peace with his gauzy gifts. He sings like a father talking to a child he respects or like a husband to a wife he adores."
...and so on and so forth. And these are from Pitchfork, Flagpole, and Spin (in that order - don't wanna link to the actual reviews because I don't wanna embarrass the artists involved). It's everywhere.
Finally, guys: you're not gonna talk the girls from Azure Ray into sleeping with you because you bust out all the "poetic sensibilities" you left stuck in between the pages of your English textbooks for your review. Believe me, if you could, I'd've dedicated my life to the art of review-writing years ago...
Sorry for the rant.
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