“This is a fantastic summation of the Condé Nast Pitchfork. Surface, glib, bloodless, full of superficial insights masquerading as criticism, the podcast seems more interested in smug banter and hipness than actual conversation or critique. The hosts trade anecdotes that smell suspiciously scripted and yet completely unprepared for their topics. More than anything, they sound frighteningly young. The great thing about criticism is that it has the potential to not only expose you to new thoughts, but old ones as well, and make you listen in new ways. This is just soundbites. I’m not convinced any of these people actually understand pop music, let alone listen to any of it. Instead, they repeat tropes. One usually needs to eavesdrop on a bus to get insights like this.”
Brosgolbabe via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
07/28/20