Press Bitching

Carol Cooper
Manhattan


There is something pathological, not to mention strangely ascetic (or maybe just plain lazy?), about obsessively and sullenly waiting with arms crossed and lips pursed for some mythical (hence, probably imaginary) Great Album and nothing less. That's got so little to do with how I experience music, with how most people I know experience music, it leaves me dizzy. I mean, fuck a Great Album—I never liked them much anyway. Great Albums are work. Transcendence is stressful. Good albums are fun, and so are good songs.

Chuck Eddy
Sunnyside, New York


Ten years ago, "Since U Been Gone" would've felt like a "personal cause" sort of vote if I had included it in my Top 10, but such thinking no longer applies. The whole field's so wide open now—everyone likes something of everything, basically (which isn't to say there aren't some curmudgeonly holdouts still milling about waging their wars against pop—my thoughts go out to them)—that it feels like a completely useless stance (the fact that it was something of stance for me at one point is something I'm not remotely proud of, not that I think I was all that insufferable about it).

Scott Woods
Toronto, Ontario


Unless you're functioning on the British model of immediacy, transcendence, and evanescence, then criticism requires an element of rigor: Not just What-does-this-sound-like?, but Who-are-these-people? And blogging is usually an act of immediate consideration, founded more in sensation than sense, and more likely to assume a polar position for the sake of rhetorical commotion and page hits. Plenty of good bloggers are bad writers and worse critics.

Rob Tannenbaum
Manhattan


The current vogue in review of writing around instead of about music yields few rewards. So something this year as articulately tethered to the ear's experience as David Fricke on My Morning Jacket's Z (in Rolling Stone) really stood out. Among longer pieces, there was Nathan Brackett on 50 Cent's album – a review (also RS) which seemed, among other good things, the definitive delineation of that star's persona. And then there was Ben Ratliff's extraordinary Blender piece on Mars Volta. Reckoning that musical structure is older and more durable than ripped T-shirts, the piece was neither anti-punk nor especially pro-prog, just unhypnotized by agenda or sentiment or lack of pre-blog writerly ambition.

James Hunter
Red House, West Virginia


I recently read a review of the new My Morning Jacket album in L magazine where staff music crit Mike Conklin disses David Fricke. When you get C- grade writers throwing jabs at guys who have been on their beat since twats like Conklin were sucking on their mama's titty, it makes me wanna burn my press card and call it a day.

Ron Hart
Westbury, New York


Words and phrases I overused in my music reviews in 2005:

1.hipsters
2. rhymespitter
3. the next reggaeton
4. [name of album] is the sound of [name of band] reinventing themselves/rediscovering themselves/falling apart in front of you
5. unlike the horribly overrated Gwen Stefani

Tim Grierson
Los Angeles, California


Considering it was my No. 1 album of 2005, I should probably say something nice about Sigur Ros' Takk.... Unfortunately, every time I try to write something, I find that it's indistinguishable from a description of a really crappy album by Mum.

Barry Bruner
Toronto, Ontario


Every time I try to explain to a friend why the Animal Collective CD is so wonderful, words fail me. As a critic, I love that.

Will Hermes
Saugerties, New York


In the 20 or so years I've participated, you've never used any of my comments, so I'll make like a lot of artists we talk with and say the music speaks for itself.

Steve Hochman
Los Angeles, California


I do not write about "pop culture," I write about music. It is made with notes, not with cultural artifacts. "Pop culture," as I understand the term, sounds like televisable gossip.

Michael Freedberg
Salem, Massachusetts


Writing about music is like riding a bicycle. Except that when you think you no longer have any idea how to do it anymore it's like changing the tires, replacing the brakes, oiling the chain, and re-adjusting the handlebars on the bicycle (and then deciding in the end, ah fuck it, let's just take the car instead).

Scott Woods
Toronto, Ontario


White, male, 28 y.o., straight, urbanite. Scared of most other rock critics. Very happy to have a full-time job wholly unrelated to rock criticism, and to remain on the sidelines of the "industry."

Mike Pelusi
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


I'm the first to admit that my favorite records aren't necessarily the best. Perhaps that's why I hate voting. Then, I think, everyone will not only suspect I am an idiot and have terrible taste, they will know the truth. After all, those on my list are just what I felt like listening to more often than anything else. I don't even think they are the best things released this year. I am sure there are better, more interesting, more complete records, but I am old and increasingly lazy. I like what I like and I like to listen to it over and over and over.

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