"Fusion" is too caustic a verb... "Making pudding" better describes this genre blending.
Indie rock has received a much-needed kick in the pants, and we have the rare chance to decide what a band sounds like of our own accord before any agency cooks up and disseminates an opinion for us. Damn, maybe this is how it's supposed to work!Aestheticizing revolution down, manufacturing nostalgia for a generation with no concern for the long past, fantasizing your way into believing your musical tastes amount to more than a fashion choice, pairing sedative prose with Gosh!Wow! earnestness and a shocking disingenuousness about the importance for hipsters of 'disseminated opinion' - that's the Pitchfork aesthetic. You get the same bullshit from Rolling Stone but at least that magazine gestures toward social consciousness (sometimes even meaningfully!).
Finally, yes Virgina [sic], Funeral really is that good.It sure is! It has the earnestness and power of early U2, and if there are a few too-cute-by-half moves (like that pointless double-time coda to 'Wake Up', or the disco section in 'Crown of Love'), gorgeous songs like 'Haiti' - or the thunderous first half of 'Wake Up' - more than make up for them.
Although, I feel it needs to be suggested: maybe when pitchfork gives something a good review, lots of people listen to the album and actually like it?Oh, sure. But have you ever read the talkbacks at Ain't It Cool News? The 'gorehound' types who actually talk about the relative merits of various blood-n-guts movies actually take themselves and their cinematic tastes seriously, the way one would differentiate between pieces of schlock fantasy fiction or conspiracy theories or webmail programs. I think the Pitchfork crowd tends to actually like this music, sure, but I'd claim that liking the music comes after allegiance to the group, the feeling of belonging, the imprimatur. The bands with which the Pitchforkers get obsessed - why those bands? What's that interesting or compelling about CYHSY!, or The Strokes? I understand how someone can enjoy listening to My Bloody Valentine while fucking, but how exactly do you get anything at all from listening closely to it? What do people respond to in The Fiery Furnaces, at a visceral level? Why do people give a damn about Interpol?
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posted by mrgrimm at 1:46 PM on April 30, 2006