Oh, Pitchforkpaws

I’ve spent a good chunk of the day trying to figure out what, exactly, makes the first paragraph of Adam Moerder’s Tapes N’ Tapes review, which ran on Pitchfork today, so infuriating to me. Is it the idea that the story of an overhyped indie band being chewed up, swished around, and finally spit out by Internet music pundits could be anything resembling “feel-good”? Is it the sorta-back-patting way that Moerder says that “it’s tempting to romanticize TnT’s rags-to-riches story,” ignoring the fact that calling the backstory of an indie band with two albums–one of them brand-new and not-yet-proven in the marketplace–“rags-to-riches” is really freaking huge romanticizing right there? Or maybe it’s just the way that he thinks that the idea of writing a “fascinating scholarly paper” about a band’s rise through indieland somehow becomes uninteresting when that band hits the “sophomore slump/inevitable backlash” point of its career, despite, you know, conflict causing reason for self-reflection and all that. I wonder if he also fast-forwards through the sad parts of movies. [Pitchfork]