I was never that big of a fan of the Dismemberment Plan, I suppose they were just fine. And I haven’t heard any solo material by their frontman – since I didn’t really care for the band, I didn’t really think about the subject too much. But this Dusted Magazine story about taking your music “journalism” with a grain of salt – spurred by a 4-year-old event – chilled me to the bone. The moral is: remember that even music writers with “cred” (and a hard-on for James Murphy) have to sell ad-space so you get to look at all those American Appalling ads, and they’re not beneath cheap stunts at the expense of artists or the art in general.
if Travistan gets a “0.0,” then what should a neo-Nazi punk record get? And doesn’t the idea of something rating a zero point zero suggest that it somehow has no value, or even that it doesn’t exist? In this case, maybe. After receiving the Pitchfork goose eggs, Morrison might as well have ceased to exist. Showing an appalling but unsurprising inability to think for themselves, many of Pitchfork’s readers turned their backs on Morrison the instant the review was published.
While my former cohort here continues to elevate a site most people assume to be spam by writing about his favorite new crust records, apparently the people at Pitchfork are trying their best to fill in the spaces between Radiohead albums with pageviews in any way possible. Do it for the love, people, and most importantly: think for yourself and listen to what you love. Even if it’s J Mascis! At any rate, this is a great and eye-opening read.
