March 14, 2009

Beige Winter Hymnal

A number of musical artists I really like belong loosely in the -- or at least a -- "folk" tradition. But every time I see or hear Fleet Foxes I just want to club the smug, twee, bearded mawkish twats unconscious with a TR-808. Not that I've ever possessed said blunt instrument, but I'd track one down for the purpose.

Is it just me? How have these useless berks come to be hailed as the saviours of American music? What is the fucking matter with critics today?

Posted by matt at March 14, 2009 1:46 AM