Village Voice Media being acquired by New Times very soon

i just started seeing it a few weeks ago, but this week i saw issues of it EVERYWHERE. i guess they think the city pages is vulnerable or something..

Yeah, it's supposed to sound that way. "Some Loud Thunder," the title track off CYHSY's sophomore release, is a fun, crisp pop song—all hand claps and cowbells and jangly guitar—fed through a haze of radio static, like it's crackling between AM channels on a long drive through the desert. A nostalgic gesture, I guess. But it's also hard not to be skeptical. This is a band that emerged in 2005 as though genetically engineered in some East Village basement to generate blogger appeal. Their first, self-titled disc was packed with all the hippest rock references—Talking Heads, Neutral Milk Hotel, etc.-—but instead of being angular and crisp, those influences sounded as if they'd been left out in to the sun too long and melted into something warped and druggy.

-"Crisp" twice in one short paragraph
-"All the hippest musical references--Talking Heads, Neutral Milk Hotel"
-"Whoa, this sounds weird!" beginning

Frontman Alec Ounsworth sang like David Byrne and looked like a waiter at a vegan restaurant; like true hipsters, his band was accelerated and responsive, a psychedelic amoeba consuming rock idioms and excreting catchy little bits of digested zeitgeist. Take Thunder's dance-punk confection "Satan Said Dance," which wraps its pumping beat and twitchy chants in a swarm of electronic squiggles, belches, and bleeps, a rapturous sound that nonetheless sounds absolutely redolent of the Rapture. On top of all this, they had a silly name, and enough "DIY integrity" to flatten a polar bear. If they didn't happen to be so good, CYHSY would've been a pretty ingenious bit of meta-parody. As it stood, they were that rare rock item: a postmodern band that seemed to be genuinely, excitingly weird.

Sadly, knob-twiddling wooze-hound Dave Fridmann makes them sound very aware of all this on Thunder—the producer's atmospheric flourishes have always been heavy handed, but here they muddle tightly conceived pop tunes that would've sounded better scrappy. Too often, there's simply not enough of the band in the mix. What the record does have, though, is a collection of truly great melodies, and when the music focuses directly on them—meditating on simple chords—that new sense of sound and space offers moments of pure euphoria. "Emily Jean Stock" finds Ounsworth's strangled yelp riding the crest of a gorgeous Technicolor harmony, and the sub-aquatic "Five Easy Pieces," ripe for a Cameron Crowe love scene, is an equally beautiful bit of cycling mist. Time for a new producer. Two words: Danger Mouse.
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Wow

so, "a psychedelic amoeba consuming rock idioms and excreting catchy little bits of digested zeitgeist" is characteristic of any "true hipster"?

It's a great song ... maybe doesn;t apply here, but hey, it's a nice plug for Linda Thompson anyway. :-)

indeed.

Besides, methinks Mr. Lomax's entry into this discussion is fairly credible. :-)

BTW, I'm of the opinion the essay is real. It's totally consistent with a longtime NT tradition of responding in print to opponents amd detractors -- most of which are breathtaking and wonderful (Mike Lacey's volleys against Bruce Brugman are awesome). This one, however, is neither.

And other stuff which i'm not going to look up now. I know they let you go and you always talk very interestingly about how shitty they are in some ways, but you also seem to still kind of love them and defend them. That said, I don't want to cast aspersions on you, you seem okay to me! Forget I said anything.

-- O'Connor (oconnorscrib...), July 26th, 2006.

OH CRAP NOW I'M DOING IT

first question: will they let liz spikol keep vlogging????