Tuesday, August 22, 2006
rwor
Sometimes music writers turn in lazy reviews. While understanble (life, kids, concert in 20 minutes), it's unexcusable. Small artists try to convert good reviews into paper dollars. This is sort of an insane business model. You obviously don't owe them a good review, but a thoughtful one shows a little more respect to sound-makers, epsecially if they're working hard, taking financial and artistic risks, etc.
To the point: Even if Ratatat was as bland and inoffensive as you claim, there's no way they could be more tepid or mediocre than your review, Sam Ubl. I read your it twice, just to make sure I wasn't off base, that my reaction wasn't just knee-jerk from a fan of the band. I will listen to Classics more than twice. I love it when Ratatat kicks out the monster jamz with the big loud and the capital everything. I guess it can't be all sugar though, and I forgive them when they slow it down and try to recreate the music they heard right before they drifted off to dream.
Sincerely,
Ratatat- Wildcat
ps to my bcc- Sorry to go all snark watch on you there, blog. My inner optimist has an easily outraged sense of sincerity. This is fair from the worst music review I've read in a while, but I just couldn't stand to watch death by the faintest of praise. ¶ 1:26 PM
Sometimes music writers turn in lazy reviews. While understanble (life, kids, concert in 20 minutes), it's unexcusable. Small artists try to convert good reviews into paper dollars. This is sort of an insane business model. You obviously don't owe them a good review, but a thoughtful one shows a little more respect to sound-makers, epsecially if they're working hard, taking financial and artistic risks, etc.
To the point: Even if Ratatat was as bland and inoffensive as you claim, there's no way they could be more tepid or mediocre than your review, Sam Ubl. I read your it twice, just to make sure I wasn't off base, that my reaction wasn't just knee-jerk from a fan of the band. I will listen to Classics more than twice. I love it when Ratatat kicks out the monster jamz with the big loud and the capital everything. I guess it can't be all sugar though, and I forgive them when they slow it down and try to recreate the music they heard right before they drifted off to dream.
Sincerely,
Ratatat- Wildcat
ps to my bcc- Sorry to go all snark watch on you there, blog. My inner optimist has an easily outraged sense of sincerity. This is fair from the worst music review I've read in a while, but I just couldn't stand to watch death by the faintest of praise. ¶ 1:26 PM
