pitchfork's new Jet review

my

god

Personally, I would have rated it "rolleyes emoticon".

This brightened my morning.

Which is fair enough.

Pitchfork Media (Chimp peeing in its own mouth/10.0)

This is brilliant.

Too high!

"Jet's lead singer smiled as he held the monkey..."

http://perpetua.tumblr.com/post/328886761/jet-one-hipster-one-bullet-you-little-pitchfork

Fucking embarrassing

like "winning the Jet vs. Pitchfork" game was as easy as not acknowledging them and going on to make millions of dollars anyway

wow just wow

ADMIT IT

I like how they released this song *three years* after the initial review ran.

I've not heard it, so..OK.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2006/dec/22/1

How does it feel ... ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

I'd got to know Nick Cave when he fronted the Birthday Party and I was just starting to write for a living. He made great music, I wrote gushing reviews. In 1983 he and his then-girlfriend Anita stayed in my flat in Brixton when they needed a room and I needed rent money. When they moved out, we lost touch, until in 1986 I came to interview him for NME. Frosty in the extreme, he explained why.

The previous year I'd mentioned in print that I found his forthcoming album "disappointing". I was, he told me, "an arsehole". And he'd written a song that developed this theme. Weeks later, I bought for £1 a green seven-inch flexidisc called Scum off his merchandise stall at a Bad Seeds show at Camden's Electric Ballroom. "Miserable shitwringing turd," he snarled to a grindcore accompaniment, "fuckin' traitor, chronic masturbator, shitlicker, user, self-abuser," adding, almost superfluously, "my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge."

It's a brilliant record, and if I have any complaints it is that Nick has squirrelled Scum away as a bonus CD track on his album Your Funeral, My Trial. Like Dylan's Mr Jones or Pope's Colley Cibber, I'd rather be memorialised as the spotlit object of a genius's scorn than a dusty discographical footnote. Still, my Cave-fan wife-to-be was mightily impressed when, on our first date, I unrolled the story (not for the first time). Seven years later Scum is "our song".

The irony is I always enjoy reading Swift or Henry Fielding writing "critics fuck off" but maybe that's because I'm reading them 250 years later

there's more to it than this - Swift & Fielding are writing to guys they have to break bread with who publish things (often without a byline) to score points. Plus, the dynamic of one writer criticizing another seems more even, so it's more sensible for an author to respond. There'd be five minutes' internet fame for whoever started a blog where he only did his album reviews as songs & uploaded them to a YouTube channel

So who can say the same for "Mr Writer" ? (xpost)

(musically, "Scum" isn't on the same level as the other stuff Cave was doing then, and I think he knew that a track like that was best treated as an anomaly, not a single)

Guardian 22/12/06

How Does it Feel ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

I'd got to know Nick Cave when he fronted the Birthday Party and I was just starting to write for a living. He made great music, I wrote gushing reviews. In 1983 he and his then-girlfriend Anita stayed in my flat in Brixton when they needed a room and I needed rent money. When they moved out, we lost touch, until in 1986 I came to interview him for NME. Frosty in the extreme, he explained why.

The previous year I'd mentioned in print that I found his forthcoming album "disappointing". I was, he told me, "an arsehole". And he'd written a song that developed this theme. Weeks later, I bought for £1 a green seven-inch flexidisc called Scum off his merchandise stall at a Bad Seeds show at Camden's Electric Ballroom. "Miserable shitwringing turd," he snarled to a grindcore accompaniment, "fuckin' traitor, chronic masturbator, shitlicker, user, self-abuser," adding, almost superfluously, "my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge."

It's a brilliant record, and if I have any complaints it is that Nick has squirrelled Scum away as a bonus CD track on his album Your Funeral, My Trial. Like Dylan's Mr Jones or Pope's Colley Cibber, I'd rather be memorialised as the spotlit object of a genius's scorn than a dusty discographical footnote. Still, my Cave-fan wife-to-be was mightily impressed when, on our first date, I unrolled the story (not for the first time). Seven years later Scum is "our song".

lol AWESOME how Mat Snow turns that around with such dignity - the power of the writer

So who can say the same for "Mr Writer" ? (xpost)

Cave from a Guardian interview Feb 06

His moral code has, however, sometimes had an unbending, eye-for-an-eye quality. In 1986 he reacted to an unfavourable review by Mat Snow, an NME journalist and erstwhile friend, by recording one of the most toxic character assassinations in rock. He called it Scum. "Yeah, I've got a mind like a steel trap," he says, smiling ruefully. "It's an unfortunate aspect of my character but if someone says something negative about me it's in there for ever. I can still remember the offending sentence. Mat Snow suggested our second Bad Seeds album 'lacked the dramatic tension of the first'. And I was so enraged by this that I wrote Scum. But," he adds in mitigation, "there was a sense of humour about it as well."

yeah but he also chased an NME writer from his flat with a machete IIRC

neat little thing from the Guardina, not sure if anyone's seen it:

How Does it Feel ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

I'd got to know Nick Cave when he fronted the Birthday Party and I was just starting to write for a living. He made great music, I wrote gushing reviews. In 1983 he and his then-girlfriend Anita stayed in my flat in Brixton when they needed a room and I needed rent money. When they moved out, we lost touch, until in 1986 I came to interview him for NME. Frosty in the extreme, he explained why.

The previous year I'd mentioned in print that I found his forthcoming album "disappointing". I was, he told me, "an arsehole". And he'd written a song that developed this theme. Weeks later, I bought for £1 a green seven-inch flexidisc called Scum off his merchandise stall at a Bad Seeds show at Camden's Electric Ballroom. "Miserable shitwringing turd," he snarled to a grindcore accompaniment, "fuckin' traitor, chronic masturbator, shitlicker, user, self-abuser," adding, almost superfluously, "my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge."

It's a brilliant record, and if I have any complaints it is that Nick has squirrelled Scum away as a bonus CD track on his album Your Funeral, My Trial. Like Dylan's Mr Jones or Pope's Colley Cibber, I'd rather be memorialised as the spotlit object of a genius's scorn than a dusty discographical footnote. Still, my Cave-fan wife-to-be was mightily impressed when, on our first date, I unrolled the story (not for the first time). Seven years later Scum is "our song".

In a jocular manner.

something of a sidetrack but the gaurdian had a thing on this very subject

How does it feel ... ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

I'd got to know Nick Cave when he fronted the Birthday Party and I was just starting to write for a living. He made great music, I wrote gushing reviews. In 1983 he and his then-girlfriend Anita stayed in my flat in Brixton when they needed a room and I needed rent money. When they moved out, we lost touch, until in 1986 I came to interview him for NME. Frosty in the extreme, he explained why.

The previous year I'd mentioned in print that I found his forthcoming album "disappointing". I was, he told me, "an arsehole". And he'd written a song that developed this theme. Weeks later, I bought for £1 a green seven-inch flexidisc called Scum off his merchandise stall at a Bad Seeds show at Camden's Electric Ballroom. "Miserable shitwringing turd," he snarled to a grindcore accompaniment, "fuckin' traitor, chronic masturbator, shitlicker, user, self-abuser," adding, almost superfluously, "my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge."

It's a brilliant record, and if I have any complaints it is that Nick has squirrelled Scum away as a bonus CD track on his album Your Funeral, My Trial. Like Dylan's Mr Jones or Pope's Colley Cibber, I'd rather be memorialised as the spotlit object of a genius's scorn than a dusty discographical footnote. Still, my Cave-fan wife-to-be was mightily impressed when, on our first date, I unrolled the story (not for the first time). Seven years later Scum is "our song".

And who can say the same?

xpost

I think it might've been Jack Barron who incurred Cave's machete wrath?

Anyway, perhaps a UK broadsheet could run a light-hearted piece on this latest incident.

Well I know what you look like, so don’t ever come near Stroud

It's a classic

Sturridge has gone to Chelsea btw

that's the best line yeah. voted 'faust arp'

well fair nough but I mean what's to stop people just registering multiple accounts to repeatedly suggest ban the same person?

no idea bruv but hey james brown had the most destructive influence on music of anyone ever

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgprXt3zLeU

Saw this in the Graun earlier:

How Does it Feel ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

I'd got to know Nick Cave when he fronted the Birthday Party and I was just starting to write for a living. He made great music, I wrote gushing reviews. In 1983 he and his then-girlfriend Anita stayed in my flat in Brixton when they needed a room and I needed rent money. When they moved out, we lost touch, until in 1986 I came to interview him for NME. Frosty in the extreme, he explained why.

The previous year I'd mentioned in print that I found his forthcoming album "disappointing". I was, he told me, "an arsehole". And he'd written a song that developed this theme. Weeks later, I bought for £1 a green seven-inch flexidisc called Scum off his merchandise stall at a Bad Seeds show at Camden's Electric Ballroom. "Miserable shitwringing turd," he snarled to a grindcore accompaniment, "fuckin' traitor, chronic masturbator, shitlicker, user, self-abuser," adding, almost superfluously, "my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge."

It's a brilliant record, and if I have any complaints it is that Nick has squirrelled Scum away as a bonus CD track on his album Your Funeral, My Trial. Like Dylan's Mr Jones or Pope's Colley Cibber, I'd rather be memorialised as the spotlit object of a genius's scorn than a dusty discographical footnote. Still, my Cave-fan wife-to-be was mightily impressed when, on our first date, I unrolled the story (not for the first time). Seven years later Scum is "our song".

i love that nick cave song--it would be terrific to get a response from its subject!!

funny you should say that

How Does it Feel... to be the suggest of a ban?

at any rate:

Jet's shitty music --> pretty funny Pitchfork reviews --> more of Jet's shitty music
Airborne Toxic Event's shitty music --> not-particularly entertaining Pitchfork review --> too-sad-to-be-lolworthy butthurt passaggro rant

whoever wins, we lose...

I remember Jack Barron being chased by Cave during an interview as well

Anyone seen this breakdown of "Scum" from the Guardian a few years back?

How does it feel ... ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

I'd got to know Nick Cave when he fronted the Birthday Party and I was just starting to write for a living. He made great music, I wrote gushing reviews. In 1983 he and his then-girlfriend Anita stayed in my flat in Brixton when they needed a room and I needed rent money. When they moved out, we lost touch, until in 1986 I came to interview him for NME. Frosty in the extreme, he explained why.

The previous year I'd mentioned in print that I found his forthcoming album "disappointing". I was, he told me, "an arsehole". And he'd written a song that developed this theme. Weeks later, I bought for £1 a green seven-inch flexidisc called Scum off his merchandise stall at a Bad Seeds show at Camden's Electric Ballroom. "Miserable shitwringing turd," he snarled to a grindcore accompaniment, "fuckin' traitor, chronic masturbator, shitlicker, user, self-abuser," adding, almost superfluously, "my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge."

It's a brilliant record, and if I have any complaints it is that Nick has squirrelled Scum away as a bonus CD track on his album Your Funeral, My Trial. Like Dylan's Mr Jones or Pope's Colley Cibber, I'd rather be memorialised as the spotlit object of a genius's scorn than a dusty discographical footnote. Still, my Cave-fan wife-to-be was mightily impressed when, on our first date, I unrolled the story (not for the first time). Seven years later Scum is "our song".

good lookin out ilxor, appreciate that

I sb'd him

Good on you?

ilxor i think you should write an article about how that is "our SB" for you and yr gf

Doesn't he have to write a song about SB'ing me first?

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Gun it comin' off the line Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.
Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

When you gonna give it to me, give it to me.
It is just a matter of time Sharona
Is it just destiny, destiny?
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

motherfucker

That's more like it.

hey didn't read the whole thread but there was a piece about this very subject in the guardian not too long ago

How does it feel ... ... to be the subject of a song?
Mat Snow, writer, subject of Scum by Nick Cave

NICK CAVE WROTE A SONG ABOUT ME. LOL

I don't have anything else from the Guardian. Can post some old bits from the Telegraph in full if you like.

be sure to wait for someone else to post it first, otherwise i won't have the same impact

Hey, I bet no-one saif the same abou "Mr Writer" though, ay, ay?

it was def Jack Barron who got chased by Cave with an axe or a machete or other heavy bladed instrument - no court wld ever convict him

And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
He’s forty-seven, goin’ on sixteen
His request line’s open, but he’ll tell you where to go
If you’re dumb enough to ask him why Nick Cave wrote that song about Matt Snow

Jet split btw

in other news, Jet were still going

love this thread title

i wonder if their shitty taco van drove a wedge thru their shitty band

looks like they added the 0.0 to the Jet review on pfork... it was originally "no rating"

thank you based ilxor

Fell so relieved that I thought of the magazine when I saw the thread title, the band needs no part of my consciousness. I would defs nominate "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" as the worst song of the early 2000s.

http://gumbumper.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Michelle-Jet-Magazine.jpg

RIP Jet, heaven needed a shitty covers band that couldn't even do covers.

I SAID one, two, three, c'mon and *vomits over microphone*

i had to review one of their albums years back, and played it a bunch just to try and find something to write about, and then cancelled my last.fm account because it was essentially broadcasting to the world "o hey i listen to jet all the time" and i didn't think i could live down the shame.