Don't believe the hype.
I have a knee jerk rejection against critic's darlings, I'll admit it.
I'm immediately deeply suspicious of anyone lauded universally by out-of-touch critics, jumping on the bandwagon in a desperate attempt to seem relevant and "with it".
Sometimes I'm wrong. Sometimes the flavor of the month is indeed worth lauding.
But often I will be listening to or watching a performance and will find myself wondering, "Why all the fuss?"
Case in point: St. Vincent.
Check out the reviews of her performance on the American TV show Saturday Night Live (SNL) last weekend. Universal praise!
I checked it out and tried (really, really hard!) to keep an open mind, and.... I still don't like her.
Too fake, too calculated.
Hey, check out some performance art fringe festival or something (have you ever checked out Edinburgh?), but leave rock n roll alone!
I should like her. She does weird guitar improv stuff that I like. Hell, even her improv seems calculated.
Artifice is not art.
I told my friend Chase long ago that there was really only room for one wacky chick in my life, and that wacky chick is Tune-Yards.