There are several things we will never be able to explain to future generations: Donald Rumsfield. Ja Rule. The humor of imagining Donald Rumsfield listening to Ja Rule. But nothing mystifies more than the enduring appeal of college a cappella singers, who take their self-imposed celibacy out on the rest of the world by wearing bow ties and singing horrid vocal versions of current radio hits.
Thankfully, one eagle-eyed reader pointed us in the direction of The Recorded A Cappella Review Board‘s website, which is a lot like Pitchfork, only with fewer Arthur Russell references. Can you figure out which blathering a cappella critique did not appear on the site?