Here is the problem that I have with bullshit indie soapbox shouters Spin Magazine and Pitchfork: You swear that everything else is generic and a repeat of something from the early nineties, yet the bands you cream yourselves over are repeats as well. You fall head over heels for the newest, quirkiest sound out there, with names that are the biggest and stupidest non-sequiturs music has to offer, and you pronounce from your high and mighty websites and pages that this kind of music is good, that this music has the answers for everyone, and anyone who dares listen to anything else might as well be listening to the same cab horns and subway cars that blare through your studio apartment walls in Williamsburg. You hipster bitches think that by wearing clothes that make you stand out in a crowd, you are being original. But when you traipse over to see these God sends of music play, you all look exactly the same: bored, standing with a plastic cup of $20 beer, and wearing clothes that make you look like an idiot.
Sooooooo original.
So while you go off and enjoy bands that use a ukulele, bang pots and pans for drums, and sing songs about hippie shit while coked up and cracked out, I'll be at a show having a good time with a community that stands for leading a better life, stands for keeping our bodies clean and pure of the shit that you shove up your noses, and stands for something more than just getting your ugly Ray Ban wearing mug on Brooklyn Vegan.
death to the hipsters.
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