Originally posted by chimbly sweep:
have we noticed that Hoya's "weekend?" post has slowly crept from Fri up to TUESDAY?
Dude, your life must be uneventful, unfullfilling, or at least uninteresting if you're thinkin' this far ahead...
Chimbly, I thought this thing on pitchfork was amusing ... I really like the decemberists, but this is pretty dead on:
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Jeremy Baron's Worst Songs On Otherwise Great Albums 2003
"Every rose has its thorn" - Poison and/or Jeremy Baron
Perfection is something no one should desire to achieve; Shinto monks were so afraid of perfection that upon building one of the scores of temples that dot the Japanese landscape, they would make a point of it to leave one stone out of place. Why? Because after reaching perfection, nothing else can attain the same level. It's all downhill from there.
We'll never see someone construct a perfect anything, and albums are no exception. For every Kid A, there's a "National Anthem"; for every Yankee Hotel Foxtrot there's a "Reservations." Sometimes, an album that otherwise strikes you as gorgeous contains that one fucking song that's so tragic it almost ruins the whole experience. And this year's classics are no exception. Here they are, from nine to one (because if I did a list of ten... oh, never mind). - Jeremy C. Baron
06 The Decemberists, "The Chimbley Sweet" (Her Majesty the Decemberists): Christ, these guys are such fucking geeks. I'm sorry, but someone had to say it. Sure, they make good music, and their Elizabethan/Victorian themes make for some pretty intriguing lyrics. But sometimes, through dweeby lyrics and simply ludicrous composition, Colin Meloy and crew give us a look at their high school selves-- the kids who would get their tighty whiteys hoisted on the flagpole while their heads got shoved into toilets. Spelling "chimney" and "sweep" incorrectly isn't endearing-- it makes me want to give 'em all a good slap. The music doesn't help: awkward electric guitar lines and high-pitched vocals stand out amongst the overall lameness of this song. Decemberists, it's wedgie time.
