Pitchfork tranches

[thechef]

but man their drummer Nate, who has solo stuff under the name Shuttle, is the best dude.

[fester]

that new passion pit is poop

[housesitter]

cool album in the tranche
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/16850-jareds-lot/

and what the hell is this about...

Designed by Robert Beatty, who has done some album covers for my own band...

Recently, on a website I helped found...

Wow that's pathetic

[thejazzwolf]

finally read that passion pit thing and i wanted to see how this guy really is in interviews.



i wish i loved myself as much as he does.

holy superman shit, how lame is this band and this dude? he almost seems surprised that his shitty music was taken seriously.

[thechef]

[Totally]

finally read that passion pit thing and i wanted to see how this guy really is in interviews.

i wish i loved myself as much as he does.

holy superman shit, how lame is this band and this dude? he almost seems surprised that his shitty music was taken seriously.

It's called mania and it's a component in his disorder. He is absolutely narcissistic. I don't think that should offset the sympathetic aspect of him getting shock treatment right now.

[genghis sean]

I wish the passion pit dude all the mental health in the world and hope he doesn't kill himself but we'd probably be better off if this band pulled an exploding hearts

[sleigh]

derogatis jr. really loves talking about food.

"schwa is the new indie rock"

Yeah I haven't been able to stop thinking about this

[Totally]

I wish the passion pit dude all the mental health in the world and hope he doesn't kill himself but we'd probably be better off if this band pulled an exploding hearts

Green Day is about to release a triple album called Uno Dos Tre. Ok? Priorities.

[lostintheair]

first hro post in a long time that has made me lol

[Totally]

The age difference on that tour spans from like 21 to 40 doesn't it? Isn't the rich dude in the middle just a complete old dad tourist?

[murray st.]

when i read about that passion pit dude having to have a "procedure" it kind of sucked the fun out of hating on his horrible band.

[addison]

hey grimes

[Bob McAdoo]

The age difference on that tour spans from like 21 to 40 doesn't it? Isn't the rich dude in the middle just a complete old dad tourist?

Diplo? He's probably the most senior member, but pretty sure he's just on the other side of 30.

[swamp thing]

when i read about that passion pit dude having to have a "procedure" it kind of sucked the fun out of hating on his horrible band.

i dont see how a buttectomy humanizes him really

[housesitter]

I honestly kind of can't believe an "I was SO CLOSE to kickin this guy's ass!" story made it into a review

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/16905-lost-lost-demos-sounds-alternate-takes-unused-songs-1999-2004/

Let me tell you about the time I almost made Jay Reatard kick my ass. This was in 2000, back in Memphis. The Glands were playing a show at a small club ominously named the Last Place on Earth, and Reatard's band, the Final Solutions, had been added as a last-minute opener. It was not a good match: Where the Glands played studious southern indie rock, heavy on ambience and melody, the Final Solutions were loud, snotty, abrasive, and confrontational. They took the stage drunk and dressed in police uniforms. Reatard played drums. (Well, he sat behind the drumkit, but he did more arguing with his bandmates than time keeping.) At one point, he whipped out his dick and pissed all over his snare, while the rest of the band flailed around the small stage, knocking over the Glands' equipment and intentionally alienating the small audience.

At the time Memphis rarely got any good bands coming through, so I was pissed that a couple of locals would ruin an opportunity to see a non-local group. Besides it wasn't like the Glands were the Vines: Despite a breakthrough album, they remained obscure and cult-ish. But even after the Final Solutions' last song, the nightmare was far from over. Reatard planted himself in the audience-- right in front of me and my wife, in fact-- and heckled the Glands throughout their set. "Piss on your drums!" he shouted more than once. "It's been done before," was their deadpan response. Shitfaced, Reatard wobbled and stumbled into people, elbowing my wife drunkenly. Right about the time I was getting sick and tired of it, right about the time when I was ready to give him one big push from behind and watch him hit the concrete floor, right when I was ready to kick him while he was down, his friends finally led him away. The show was ruined, but true violence had been averted.

[Contristo]

[housesitter]

Like clearly there's enough evidence out there now to say that Jay Reatard was a total diva dick, but it doesn't make any sense to dredge up something shitty he did over a decade ago as a member of a completely different band just because it ties into some weak ass personal anecdote for the author

[swamp thing]

Reatard planted himself in the audience-- right in front of me and my wife [i luv u sweetie], in fact-- and heckled the Glands throughout their set. "Piss on your drums!" he shouted more than once.

[pellegrino viking essays]

So....literally just the internet-celebrity TMZ now, huh?

http://pitchfork.com/news/47308-photos- ... -brooklyn/



In Brooklyn

[Eugenics]

that party looks absolutely hellish

[internethandle]

is that some sort of cult ritual

are they summoning bahamut

[daver]

man, everyone is in rehab now. jason molina, matt pike, that passion pit guy. everyone!

[Computer]

Choose Damon. Choose Graham. Choose Damien Hirst's cheekily agit-pop country house or Sophie Muller's teen-spirit-stinking squat. Go pop, then spend a decade slowly deflating; study the songbook so you can tear it up with precision. Choose irony, choose sincerity. Choose your own worst NME: a Gallagher, any Gallagher, or maybe just yourself ("Do you feel like a chain store? Practically floored?"). Choose fame, or flee from it fast as you can in a milkman's suit. Choose Ray Davies, choose Stephen Malkmus; choose la-la-la or wooo-hoo. (And before you answer this next one know that the Queen is watching.) Choose Britain. Choose America.

Or, you know, don't choose.

that paragraph links to the country house video twice.

[Buddy Glass]

The Glands were playing a show at a small club ominously named the Last Place on Earth

I've never heard of this band and someone at a house show tonight was telling me about how great they were. Always strange when that happens

[Totally]

Ryan Schrieber is pacing in tight circles, drawing hard on his cigarette and impatiently redialing his iPhone. The person with the money and the contracts is not picking up. For these two songs, Keef is rumored to be picking up his regular show fee of $10,000. According to Schrieber, even at that per-song rate, Keef isn't the most expensive act on the bill today. "Not even close," he says, smiling and shaking his head.

[jewels]

is that Ryan? Looking pretty good.

[SvenMaeglasson]

Ayo look at this fukkin clown http://www.rawkblog.net/2012/07/rawkblo ... fork-fest/

really enjoyed this. Hope you do more cause you're a virtuoso when it comes to talking about this shit

[Broncobama]

I honestly kind of can't believe an "I was SO CLOSE to kickin this guy's ass!" story made it into a review

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/16905-lost-lost-demos-sounds-alternate-takes-unused-songs-1999-2004/

Let me tell you about the time I almost made Jay Reatard kick my ass. This was in 2000, back in Memphis. The Glands were playing a show at a small club ominously named the Last Place on Earth, and Reatard's band, the Final Solutions, had been added as a last-minute opener. It was not a good match: Where the Glands played studious southern indie rock, heavy on ambience and melody, the Final Solutions were loud, snotty, abrasive, and confrontational. They took the stage drunk and dressed in police uniforms. Reatard played drums. (Well, he sat behind the drumkit, but he did more arguing with his bandmates than time keeping.) At one point, he whipped out his dick and pissed all over his snare, while the rest of the band flailed around the small stage, knocking over the Glands' equipment and intentionally alienating the small audience.

At the time Memphis rarely got any good bands coming through, so I was pissed that a couple of locals would ruin an opportunity to see a non-local group. Besides it wasn't like the Glands were the Vines: Despite a breakthrough album, they remained obscure and cult-ish. But even after the Final Solutions' last song, the nightmare was far from over. Reatard planted himself in the audience-- right in front of me and my wife, in fact-- and heckled the Glands throughout their set. "Piss on your drums!" he shouted more than once. "It's been done before," was their deadpan response. Shitfaced, Reatard wobbled and stumbled into people, elbowing my wife drunkenly. Right about the time I was getting sick and tired of it, right about the time when I was ready to give him one big push from behind and watch him hit the concrete floor, right when I was ready to kick him while he was down, his friends finally led him away. The show was ruined, but true violence had been averted.

oh god ahahaha

[Juggly D, The Posting Maniac]

haha ott rawkblog podcast was great bro
tell ur boy to keep makin dis shit