Thread 127477886

Private Music [Reprise, 2025] The Deftones' latest, a sonic equivalent of a gentrified loft's exposed brick, postures as alt-metal profundity but delivers only the predictable angst of middle-aged men chasing their own echoes. It's less a record than a lifestyle brand for aging Hot Topic devotees; all brooding affect and zero surprise, as if Chino Moreno's wail could mask the absence of anything resembling a fresh idea. Private, sure - but mostly in the sense that nobody else would care to intrude. D+

I liked Milk of the Madonna

>>127477886 (OP)
Is this real? I thought it was fake but now I see he has a Substack where he reviews new music. That makes me happy.

>>127477886 (OP)
>I don't know why
>You wanna impress Christgau
>Ah let that shit die
>And find out the new goal


"One becomes a critic when one cannot be an artist, just as a man becomes a stool pigeon when he cannot be a soldier." - Gustave Flaubert

>>127479998
nah, that's pure chatgpt
say what you want about xgau but his writing has style and character

>>127480065
Who did it better?
>I got a glassine baggie and I masturbated into it, sealed it, and sent the baggie to Christgau care of the Village Voice with a note saying, 'Mr Christgau, please drink this. Yours sincerely, Michael Gira.' Jarboe, with whom I had recently started a relationship, sent him a dozen roses ceremonially surrounding a big white dildo. Sonic Youth—being more savvy, media-wise—wrote a song called 'I Killed Christgau With My Big Fucking Dick'."

Didn't this guy let his wife fuck another man?

>>127480509
Gira > Sonic Utes > Jarboe

I'm guessing Christgau was happy to get the dildo

>>127477886 (OP)
Infinite Source is one of the best songs of all time.

What possesses people to speak so disrespectfully about artists…? Especially ones who have given us as much as Chino and Deftones. It’s a good album but even if it was shit I just can’t understand this

>>127480493
i asked chatgpt to do a review in the style of christgau and it totally failed.
>Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment is a bloated, grimy wallow in existential self-loathing, dressed up as moral philosophy. Raskolnikov, the walking self-doubt machine, stumbles around like a half-wit saint in search of redemption, but the payoff is a predictable, tedious descent into guilt and feverish delusion. Every page feels like an endurance test, dragging through thoughts that veer between tedious overthinking and self-pity. It’s like being trapped in a philosophical lecture, where the only thing you’re guaranteed to learn is that life sucks.

goes to show christgau's wit and keen eye are inimitable

>>127477886 (OP)
you killed a forest for this horse shit. Thanks a lot CHUD. PM rules btw faggot.