Try looking at a Pitchfork article, such as "Radiohead suffers the wrath of Miley Cyrus" and try not to lose control of your bowels while you search for salient facts about music or culture. The facts at hand give the lie to the cottage industry veneer of the Pitchfork Media operation and reveal it for the mouth-breathing Dan Brown fans playing Rock Band while the new Coven of Dork-Mongers" plays in the background.
One might say these are the seemingly benign type of short-takes are like those once emitted by the rock sage J.D. Considine which would pad out the back cover of the much-missed Musician magazine.
But a less sepia-tinted acid-crazed view would be it is all part of the Defamerfication of rock journalism led by Pitchfork pointing and clicking their talons at the balls and heart of rock and roll with cruel intent!!! Well no more. Pitchfork, hasn't Mr. Yorke provided enough material for you to enjoy that you don't need to dwell on his relations with Miley Cyrus.
There in lies the rub here; if she is so distasteful, why is Ryan Dombal even dignifying her actions with valuable digital column space? Perhaps Dombal finds Mr. Yorke's position unreasonable, and wishes he had been in his shoes: to engage the teenage starlet in an IM interview of some type, perhaps on-line from the Pitchfork offices at 4 a.m.
Meanwhile the brain and soul of the American hipster/not hipster rots in the flames of Dombal's lack of regard for the verities of rock journalism. Anyone desperately wondering what's the pick to click to dine out on is left floating in the flaming dinghy of Dombal's shameful purgatory. It is this action group's opinion they'll have to look a little further than Pitchfork.
Don't let Pitchfork distract you and make you forget they took more than a week to jump on the Bee Gees' Odessa reissue and review it, an unfathomable omission for a group whose early work has such cache with the self-styled urban sophisticates who patronize Pitchfork's cybernetic vault of tin-eared lies.
Just two suggestions to get you started Pitchfork:
1)A retrospective evaluation of the soundtrack work of horror director John Carpenter with accompanying interview.
2) An exegesis on Vangelis' development from Aphrodite's Child through the Chariots of Fire soundtrack. Serialize it, and even make it premium content for a fee. Stop dwelling on Mr. Yorke's alleged asociality and get cracking on some thing that will burn off some of that cyber-paunch hanging over your digital belt.
Rourke Maggis
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