Made the mistake of reading Pitchfork’s review of 100 Broken Windows over the weekend.
I know this is early 2000s Pitchfork, so I should be delighted that they devoted almost three whole paragraphs to discussing the album, but these are bookended by some of the most embarrassing text I’ve read in years.
I’m not sure there’s anything more cringeworthy than the desperation that seeps through the sentences of someone smugly mistaking hackneyed caricatures and over-assertiveness for edgy humour.