A Aberração da Década
Um pedaço de prosa que animou consideravelmente o dia foi a preciosidade abaixo reproduzida do Alex Macpherson sobre "My Girls" dos Animal Collective. Retirado do Singles Jukebox (link).
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Alex Macpherson: I’ve been irked by a fair few artists this year, but usually the reason is an obnoxious persona working in tandem with bad music. With Animal Collective, it’s just the sonics. Like most of what I’ve heard by them, “My Girls” is a seasickness-inducing mess. Flattened-out production which makes the song sound like it’s trying to breathe through clingfilm; the rudimentary electronic bibble which refuses to go anywhere or develop into anything and just keeps hanging there, like a broken car alarm whose owners have gone on holiday; the one-note synthpad passing, badly, for a bassline, which sounds like a baby is crawling over a keyboard. These elements appear to have been laid over each other entirely at random, and as “My Girls” fumbles ineptly along, even more clutter is added, but EVEN THAT is not the worst thing about the song because the worst thing is Noah Lennox’s fucking abomination of a voice. It makes me livid that anyone has the temerity to inflict that pitchless, lifeless, smug blare on to the world, let alone under the guise of art, let alone exacerbate its horror by oscillating back and forth over and over and fucking over again, never once even nearing the concept of singing in key. Luckily for this intolerable band, their actual words are buried somewhat, but looking them up, they appear to be infantile hippie bullshit. This is literally the worst thing I have ever heard, it makes me want to commit acts of violence on those responsible and as far as I’m concerned anyone encouraging them or expressing positive sentiments towards them rescinds their right to be taken seriously on the subject of music ever again. [0]
Para ler, imprimir em corpo 30 e afixar em pontos estratégicos da cidade. Os sublinhados são meus.
Alex Macpherson: I’ve been irked by a fair few artists this year, but usually the reason is an obnoxious persona working in tandem with bad music. With Animal Collective, it’s just the sonics. Like most of what I’ve heard by them, “My Girls” is a seasickness-inducing mess. Flattened-out production which makes the song sound like it’s trying to breathe through clingfilm; the rudimentary electronic bibble which refuses to go anywhere or develop into anything and just keeps hanging there, like a broken car alarm whose owners have gone on holiday; the one-note synthpad passing, badly, for a bassline, which sounds like a baby is crawling over a keyboard. These elements appear to have been laid over each other entirely at random, and as “My Girls” fumbles ineptly along, even more clutter is added, but EVEN THAT is not the worst thing about the song because the worst thing is Noah Lennox’s fucking abomination of a voice. It makes me livid that anyone has the temerity to inflict that pitchless, lifeless, smug blare on to the world, let alone under the guise of art, let alone exacerbate its horror by oscillating back and forth over and over and fucking over again, never once even nearing the concept of singing in key. Luckily for this intolerable band, their actual words are buried somewhat, but looking them up, they appear to be infantile hippie bullshit. This is literally the worst thing I have ever heard, it makes me want to commit acts of violence on those responsible and as far as I’m concerned anyone encouraging them or expressing positive sentiments towards them rescinds their right to be taken seriously on the subject of music ever again. [0]
Comentários
De certeza q ele n ouviu a "When Loves Takes Over"?
Bem apanhado.