Sweet. But the ATP festival they’re doing is over in England. Damn! Details he-ah. We have some remastered CDs to look forward to as well!
In honor of their reunion, watch a grotesque Jesus Lizard music video.
Touch and Go is seriously one of the greatest record labels ever.
Paste Magazine calls out a magazine that’s probably Pitchfork (or a for-once-in-its-life grammatically correct Hipster Runoff — God, I love that blog) for writing, wait for it, a really pompous and stupid review.
The Paste article (found here) even features a delightful parody of what’s basically every glowing Pitchfork review ever.
Some gems:
[AlbumName], in fact, reminds me of the time - let’s call it The Post-College But Pre-Grad School Years - when I fell in love with M. Of course it didn’t - it couldn’t - last. You can blame it on our socioeconomic differences, our parents’ absolutely rigid and totally indefensible insistence that at least one of us had to earn an income, the silly squabbles over where we would live (New York for me and Papua New Guinea for her; but look, one can study seashell currency just about anywhere). God knows I’ve blamed it on all those things. In any event, it was too much to overcome. But, of course, Tzara had his own woes with Greta Knutson. I’m sure he would understand. And [ArtistName] does as well.
[AlbumName] is the kind of album that reminds me of the smell of freshly mown grass on a motherfuckingly bright late spring morning, the kind of day when you’re 12 years old, and the school year is almost over, and you’ve just beaten the shit out of Bobby Morrison because he kept calling your sister a ho, and life is just about perfect except for the blood on your shirt. It’s that good, and that bad. It is beautiful and wondrous, tawdry and tragic, much like my life. I both love and hate my life, and I love and hate [AlbumName] as well. It’s all in the tension.
Amen, brother. I hated that kid.
Really man, I can’t tell from the context (and having just woken up), but were they saying this stuff about a Jackie-O Motherfucker collab?
For what it’s worth, the religious people are as confused as I am. I love how they’re like trying to diagram the sentences and figure out what the fuck they’re supposed to even mean. Seriously, has anyone ever actually tried to read a goddamn Pitchfork sentence (I’m not even saying “probably Pitchfork” anymore — like it matters!)? The stuff makes absolutely zero sense at all. It’s all some vicious, poorly punctuated sentence. Kind of like the ones I write. Pitchfork: call me!
If there are people more hell bent on saying asinine things than MIA in the music community, I can only think of the Gallagher brothers. And Johnny Rotten. The latest news on the MIA front is that she’s marrying the son of the Warner Music CEO. As always, she stays classy and intellectual!
“His dad is so ‘the System.’ But then, they’re the most liberal family — they bootlegged alcohol, for God’s sake. They’re rich because they threw big, illegal parties, so I don’t mind.”
Oh man, she’s sure getting some cred there! That’s bad ass, man! Where can I learn to be cool like that? They’re rich because they broke they law! That’s good! Wait, unless it’s the guys in Enron… Then I’m going to write a song about how bad rich white collar criminals are! Then I’ll get even more cred!
The first comment sums it up well:
Since when has MIA not been part of the system? She poses for high fashion ads, liscenses her music for first-world “luxury” items like video games, eats cheese that is more expensive than an AK-47 in certain de-stabilized parts of Africa (as she reminds us in her songs) and is signed to Interscope.
Good music though.
Prince likes to let it speak for itself.
Wow bro, look who’s talkin’! I seem to recall Tipper Gore banning your purple ass from over-victimized white kid’s ears!
