I hope next they release their own NEWSPAPER!
This is the best music video with a urethral sounding clip since the 1988 cast recording of “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.”
Don’t wanna meet that dad.
That review had a disturbing amount of subconscious racism to it, too.
“Bullshit that you were the only black kid at a Sufjan show! Kanye West knows who Sufjan Stevens is, so most black people do too, I assume. Fuck your individual experience on the matter.”
Honestly, I like it more than anything they’ve done since Hissing Fauna. And everything before Hissing Fauna. Just everything they’ve done that isn’t Hissing Fauna. That could have been expressed in less words.
I think it’s a solid early AOTY contender.
You have to have a limit, though. If licensing your song out for a product you have no quarrels with is going to keep your band running, I would call it a necessary evil. But to license your songs to whoever asks without taking into account the product, that’s just an irresponsible use of your craft. Evidently your song is entirely disposable in your eyes.
So I think there’s a difference between hearing Of Montreal in a harmless, kitschy steakhouse commercial and hearing a Kurt Vile song in a commercial for a bank partially responsible for a world-wide economic collapse.
How did the police enter his hotel room without a warrant?
Steven Wright (n) (1.) A very hilarious comedian. (2.) An annoying commenter on Videogum.
You heard it here first, folks: if it’s vaguely in the same style as a similar genre to the genre that the band blink-182 also happened to dabble in, then it’s blink-182.
AIR-TIGHT ARGUMENT IS NOW SEALED SHUT, YOU CAN ALL NOW GO BACK TO USING THE WORD HIPSTER TO DESCRIBE THINGS YOU DISLIKE WHILE REMAINING UNAWARE OF THE IRONY IN DOING SO.
Battles. Ice Cream. #songofthesummer
Also, how did LCD beat out Wavves’ King of the Beach for song of the summer ’10?
“The Body the Blood the Machine” is one of my top 5 albums of all time. For some reason after that one they became Blink-182, but boring.
Seriously, did nobody else like “Dear God, I Hate Myself”? It may have been my favorite album of the year.
I love the carefree juxtaposition between the new girl throwing up and Jamie gleefully dancing next to her. Xiu Xiu is a polarizing thing, you either love it or hate it. It’s the Tom Goes to the Mayor of music.