The Onion manages to nail what it is that I love and hate about Pitchfork. The music review site is informative and musically aware, but they can certainly get verbose and elitist. They’re, on the whole, better writers than Harry Knowles and his crew, but I still skip down lower in the review and begin there.
Schreiber’s semi-favorable review, which begins in earnest after a six-paragraph preamble comprising a long list of baroquely rendered, seemingly unrelated anecdotes peppered with obscure references, summarizes music as a “solid but uninspired effort.”
This line makes me wish it were an honest-to-god review:
“We can only hope that [music] will begin to grow with its fans over the next few millennia,” Schreiber said. “If it can stick to what it does well, namely the song ‘Peg’ by Steely Dan, and Tuvan throat singing, then a sophomore effort will indeed be something to get excited about.”