One More Piece of Evidence Rock Criticism Is Dead
This morning I got a promo package in the mail–an album by a band called Colourmusic. This mailing was a nice, old-school gesture on the promo people's part. It is rare getting an actual promo CD. So yeah, thanks Colourmusic! I celebrate your whimsical, vaguely psych-folk stylings! In fact, you can use that as a blurb on your CD. It would look like this:
"I celebrate your whimsical, vaguely psych-folk stylings!–Washington City Paper."
Instead, Colourmusic chose to blurb from something with a little more gravitas–Wikipedia.
The blurb is sooooooo Lester Bangs meets Pitchfork: "They run some sort of hippie commune out there in rural Oklahoma. I heard they all had the same girlfriend."
Should rock critics get mad? Or is this just a joke?