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Yeah, I don't mean to sound as bitchy as most of the Pitchfork kids seem to be, but most of their music reviews easily qualify as some of the worst that I've ever read. Some of them only tangentially qualify as reviews. A lot of whining about their indie-rock lives and, oh yeah, here's a little something about the album that I'm supposed to be reviewing and it sucks because, I don't know, my hair isn't awesome enough today. As you go back further in their archives, you can read a lot of terse and to-the-point reviews. Nowadays, they're fucking term papers that read like they're inspired solely by a combination of whatever drugs are cool this week and the writer's heightened sense of self-satisfaction. Sigh... Sorry, I just know too many kids who are like this IRL to be wholly objective.
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