Thursday, December 17, 2009

While I didn't write this, I feel this is the only appropriate place to write about the writing of others.

Taken from the 20 greatest singles of 2009 list from the editors of Spin magazine.

"Zero"
Yeah Yeah Yeahs

With her gift for sod-off squawking and tear-streaked realness, Karen O was born to lead the frisky rock revolt that the aughts never earned. So here, with a regal hip check, she strides off by her lonesome, resplendent synth riff all aquiver, cooing, "Get your leather on," as we gambol on the grave of 2009’s tragic, orgiastic flimflam.

I just gagged with absolute and utter hipster disgust. "frisky rock revolt"? "resplendent synth riff all aquiver"? Or what the fuck about the coup de fucking grace "as we gambol on the grave of 2009’s tragic, orgiastic flimflam"? Jesus Christ get me some drugs. I feel like someone took quotes from every poem from his self-indulgent undergraduate career and tried to incorporate it into a song review.

Who even uses the word "resplendent" in somewhat casual conversation? Fuck all of you.

I want your job.