Hey! I resemble the geographic proximity of that statement.

And I love Waxahatchee, no doubt. But I think you list two better female-artist albums up there in that list alone:

Yeah and I'm going off the top of my head with the reference, so I'm fine being wrong. I mean Gardening at Night is mushmouth, but I always found tracks like Catapult or Talk About The Passion (heck, even So Central Rain) more about fragmented lyrics than bad diction…

I was going to go into that a bit, especially about Murmur, but I thought I'd come off as music nerd. :)

I think he evolved there, but I might be taking esoteric and vague lyrics into account as well. I love both bands, so it's not a knock.

I did it to myself. And that's what really hurts.

This. I've always taken this documentary as more about how music journalism just chews bands up with the hope of spitting them out. Not a new theme (I think the article mentions "The Wall" up there), but an interesting angle to take for a documentary instead of a glorified concert film.

Says people who have never worked near the entertainment industry.

Not to be sardonic… But what's your take on bands like R.E.M. then?

Love: This documentary
Hate: That it is 20 years old and I, by relation, am 20 year older than I was when I first saw this.

I think you get to the point where you don't have to be solo and find the right working relationships.

More songs about buildings and pedantics.

Yeah and John Goodman sings his songs better than Byrne ever could! You tell 'em, Hoss!

Or is it hardly working? Amirite?

This thread is on an absolute road to nowhere.

To be fair, prevention doesn't make enough money to bother. So what do you expect them to do? NOT make money? What are you, a Commie?

Skyr rules and is better than greek yogurt.

As someone who loves The Pogues, this feels very much like it is going to be Once meets The Commitments. I'm not sure if I want to see that.

Shane MacGowan is Ireland's answer to Keith Richards. And equally intelligible.

Simon only got the gig because he could type with his toes and suck stout through his nose. Where it's going to end? God only knows.