Image: Chris Piercy
During this blog’s very brief history we have had a handful of splelling errors pointed out, so I’m not claiming perfection. However, now that Pitchfork has become a mainstream guide to the sound of 5 million false tooth hipsters yawning, shouldn’t they be able to pay someone to make sure things like this don’t happen?:
“…Sletater-Kinney/Quasi drummer (and now Jick) Janet Weiss’…”
I think perhaps Pitchfork’s baby hole just birthed a spud-tacular tribute band. Or perhaps their spell-checker moonlights as Maxim’s critical validity checker.
I know bashing Pitchfork has become a trend almost as annoying as blabbing on about “a Krautrock influence” by pretend-tious critics who don’t know their Can from their Cluster, but when you go and start giving “Guero”-level ratings to Stephen Malkmus, hon you’ve gone too far.
In addition to a track from the new Jicks joint, I’m also posting one from the new Autechre. Shake your brittle bones to the beatz.