The supreme asshole behind Pitchfork’s tidal outpouring of musical assholery manages today to truly outdo himself with his review of “Dark Was The Night”. In addition to complaining that the music is too folk-centric (he did not curate the album, unlucky guy) and admitting that his first reaction to hearing the album was “negative” despite midas-tagging it as “Best New Music” (he DID get to rate the album, lucky ed in chief), he also achieves the mind boggling juggle of both pleading for “more hip hop” on the album and NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE ONE SONG THAT IS HIP HOP. Instead, what we get are six words calling Buck 65′s remix, in which the producer and Serengeti re-imagine Sufjan Stevens’ own reimagination of a Castanets track (which Plagnehoef praises effusively), “not as successful” as Sufjan’s. No mention of the song’s genre, much less its trifecta of genre bending. It’s as if this paragon of shitbrainedness has sworn a strict vow to never mention Serengeti’s name (I’ll disclose again that Geti is a close friend of mine).
Here is my review to fill in the gaping hole of Scott’s twee-fest: Red Hot, along with the National’s Bryce and Aaron Dessner, along with Sufjan Stevens himself, decided that the one rap song they would include among the album’s 31 tracks should be performed by Serengeti. The album itself is hugely satisfying, not least of all for these 3:38 when the indie-folk giants stand down and allow an urban lyricist to shine. And damn if he doesn’t shine (see three posts below for audio…).
Scott Plagenhoef, on the other hand, is once again left walking that pompous and unsatisfying dirt road of self love, where each narcissistic step kicks up more dust to cloud what the rest of us call “enjoyment”. Poor bastid.