Robert Christgau - self-proclaimed dean of US rock critics.

He gives every half-assed album with afrobeat influence an A, yet slaps Yes's Close to the Edge with a mother****ing C ....what the hell? o.O

I don't care if he thinks he's cool for vehemently writing off what he considers to be pretentious or strange; it doesn't change the unfortunate reality of him being a complete asswipe when it comes to things beyond his limited ability to comprehend, and this shows in quite a few of his reviews.
 
Man, his prog reviews are awwwwwwwwwwwwful.

I can't take anyone who gives a Soulja Boy album A- and In The Court of the Crimson King a D+ seriously as a human being, let alone as a music critic.

Most music critics are supposed to have a certain field or speciality, but Christgau tries to cover everything, which only makes it more clear just how narrow and sh*tty his taste in music really is.
 
OK Computer [Capitol, 1997]
My favorite Pink Floyd album has always been Wish You Were Here, and you know why? It has soul, that's why--it's Roger Waters's lament for Syd, not my idea of a tragic hero but as long as he's Roger's that doesn't matter. Radiohead wouldn't know a tragic hero if they were cramming for their A levels, and their idea of soul is Bono, who they imitate further at the risk of looking even more ridiculous than they already do. So instead they pickle Thom Yorke's vocals in enough electronic marginal distinction to feed a coal town for a month. Their art-rock has much better sound effects than the Floyd snoozefest Dark Side of the Moon. But it's less sweeping and just as arid. B-


can he get anymore idiotic?
 
not intentionally though. they're still wallowing in oblivion.

i wish i could find it but there was a clutch review of Spiritualized's Ladies and Gentlemen that was basically an angsty review of a party the kid was at. needless to say i was loling hard.
 
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