Sadly, we couldn’t hit the brakes on our cultural dinosaur/annual tradition of talking about the Pitchfork year end track list. We’ve been pre-empted by some good stuff over at Marathon Rocks twazzle feed. We excerpt:
“Look what’s bubbled up from mommy’s basement: another collection of pretentious list-twaddle coughed up between Annie Clark wank-sessions.”
about 5 hours ago from web
“Guess the Ditchspork hipsters have taken off their cardigans and horn-rims long enough to spin the UGH SO OBVIOUS (R&B/rap/pop) stuff”
about 5 hours ago from web
“Oh, so it appears that Pitchfork loves ___________ now, despite egregiously ignoring their superior existence from 200_ to 200_.”
about 6 hours ago from web
“What? Only _____ entries from __________? Someone didn’t get the ________ Records envelope, left in the _______ bus station locker.” #ex.1
about 6 hours ago from web
I admit we’re being predictable and well thumbed [Ed. note- like a CERTAIN SOMEBODY'S THESAURUS?? Ed's Ed. STOP. JUST STOP]. I have to say that comment is like joining our life already in progress. I didn’t even get the Animal Collective last year until it was released on eMusic, I still like The Shins, and half the lifestyle questions on the Pitchfork readers’ poll were N/A. This is a runaway train of predictable bile, hurtful words and reader feedback. But, when someone pre-emptively pre-empts us we really have to raise the stakes. In addition to our list below I encourage our local Trollypants to join in on either side in comments. Remember, you have to top this. Comments, for those who are unaware is where simply anyone, and we mean anyone can perhaps have their voices be heard, or for Mitchum, not literally a voice and more accurately read, it is almost as if feedback enfranchises the audience. I don’t know, they have them at Stereogum and people just make mean jokes are argue about music, so we’ll try ‘em. Before we get to our list, I’ll make fun of us:
Pre-emptive PP: Page 1: You walk into a dimly lit cafe named “White label dance track remix”. You are supposed to meet someone there who can tell you more about the legend behind the castle. Do you take a seat at the bar so that you might be seen by your contact or walk over to a table in the corner and sit with your back to the wall to keep an eye on the whole place? If you sit at the bar, turn to page 27. If you sit in the corner, turn to page 43. If you labour, while eating poutine on a colourful Chesterfield, in you toque, turn to page 54.
Page 27. Pinko Punko finds this track boring. You consume a poisonous drink and this is the end of your quest.
Page 43. Pinko Punko finds this track inoffensive, but the writing to be juvenile and forced. You are felled by a dart from a blow gun.
Page 54. UC thinks this track sucks ass.
This edition of P-fork Cobaggery watch is dedicated to Nate Patrin, who gets a funny nickname because we pre-trolled him- welcome to the club, Nate Patrollypantsin. I’ll note that Nate went from suck to grudgingly respected with this. We are VERY familiar with Last-Wordism here at 3B.
Tracks 100-81 Read and Weep
Editor’s Note: This year the songs are more marginal and less suck than last year, but the prose seems exaggerated and incongruent with the tracks- so much so that some of the bands I don’t necessarily feel like being mean about. That leaves two people in the room. Me, and the Fork.
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