"Your phony roots, borrowed guitar."
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"Telling her
what to think
we are."
The more I listen to Metric's Live It Out, the more I think that Pitchfork has its collective head up its collective ass.
"The Police and The Private" is beautiful, jerks!
TRACK LISTING: Metric, "Wet Blanket"
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I know -- it's kinda tacky to bite the hand that feeds. Indeed, I have nothing but love and respect for Joe Tangari, who has been very generous with his c.c Pitchfork reviews. He's responsible for two of the highest compliments that I and the band have ever been paid, in my opinion: 1) that I sound like a cross between Debbie Harry and David Byrne (I'm paraphrasing...or possibly hallucinating); and 2) that the back-up vocals on "Heavy as a Heart" are reminiscent of Fleetwood Mac (I almost died when I read that, even though I'd been aiming for The Bangles with those harmonies, haha. Man, Linda Bush, Julia Madill and Christina Teixeira are awesome singers).
Also, I cannot deny that Pitchfork is often a great source of information -- for many people -- and that should be appreciated. Besides, I can't honestly say that I have a problem with each and every writer the site employs...so, in retrospect, "collective" was too harsh a term to use, not to mention too smarmy by half. (Bad move on my part, since I often complain about this sort of snark on Pitchfork's end.)
That being said, every time I read the line describing Emily Haines -- or the ideal Emily Haines -- as "a little-girl-lost indie savant," I want to punch the screen. Pitchfork's an easy target, to be sure, but it's surprising how often the site actually fits the lyric from "Wet Blanket": "A clenched fist saying it's wrong to want more than a folk song."
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