No matter how expensive the tools on your workbench, it doesn’t make you a mechanic. By the same token, the Watson Twins and Duncan Sheik may be talented musicians but they’re hardly artists. Both have displayed a load of promise without ever elevating their craft.
Call it 30 Seconds Seems Forever since that’s the listening experience. It’s Barney for rockers—the most sentimental, formulaic overproduced crap since Bennifer made Gigli.
Why, I often ask myself, do today’s youth prefer such hyper music? After my two minutes of work each week, I prefer a Bach violin concerto. Given the warp-speed pace of postmodern living, you’d expect our overstimulated youngsters to seek solace in more contemplative entertainment. The fact that Dan Deacon is constantly referred to as a “Wham City weirdo” is enough to keep me away from tonight’s concert.
Indie kids harbor this delusion that their shit don’t stink, but champion as many steaming loafs as punks and hard rockers.
Participating in the great tradition of year-end album-ranking in December, here is a list that reflects, essentially, the LPs that worked their way into my head and heart on a regular basis of the past 365 days. Navigating the heaps and mountains of music at our collective fingertips is no small feat, but you learn [...]