"Designed by robots specifically to make me hate it"

harrowing lyrics

barbed wire at the crossroads

wracked guitars

last chance saloon

-unimaginative and vaguely "hip-hop" 4/4 beat (read: gratuitously watered-down "Funky Drummer")

-a smug, glib quality to the singer's voice (only irksome if the lyrics are stupid)

-a band/artist with musical limitations that doesn't TRANSCEND those limitations or do something creative with what little skill is present

-the feeling that they're "trying too hard" in some ways (like impressing dumbass college kids), but not trying hard enough in other, more important ways.

Rock:
-Vaguely right-wing macho-guy lyrical histrionics
-Guitar solos that sound emotionless and uber-technical -- or, if they do express some sort of emotion or attitude, it is one of lunkheaded dong-waving
-A lead singer that sounds like a mentally deficient, higher-pitched version of Lemmy

Rap:
-Beats that are easy cops of well-known soul or funk tunes that have already been sampled by better songs ten-fifteen years previous
-"Throw your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care"
-Hate-whitey/anti-semitic lyrics and ridiculous conspiracy theories
-More than three references to status items most people can't afford
-Gratuitous rock star cameos
-Gratuitous rock song covers
-Uninteresting rhymes

filter disco loops prominent in the mix

vocalist => BBBY GLLSP

* mumbly nasal male singer who occasionally tries to get out a pathetic attempt at screaming (to signify WHEN HE REALLY MEANS IT)

* lyrics that never stray from that fuzzy song logic where everything is vague but incredibly important and are almost exclusively monosyllabic with the token painful vocabulary word thrown in to demonstrate 'intelligence'

* any token female (esp. bassist) who can't play for shit and is clearly in the band mostly due to looks and/or relationship with key member of group (usually the mumbly boy up front) (although i hesitate with that one because a lot of my favorite bands have the token girl bassist but eh)

* an overabundance of "sections" in the songs, with parts that appear where a chorus would, but are merely repetitive with no real hooks

* dipping into the 'electronic thing' with squelchy background noises that contribute nothing to the songs

* rapping in thick metaphors that go nowhere

* smirky tongue-in-cheek appropriation of rap lingo in a deadpan whiteboy delivery

Out of tune male singer.
Lyrics that compare his personal pain with natural forces, planets or obscure movies.
'Atmospheric' strings.
The last bar has all the music cut out except for the singer breathily intoning something 'profound'.
Big slabs of computer-gone-wrong fuzz dropped in arrythmically in an attempt to be funky.
That annoying plonky disco bassline that all vocal US house between 92-94 seemed to use.
Drums played with those sappy little jazz brushes.

*note - differs from attention getting or challenging subject material which would be on my opposite list.

Soft, breathy, thin, weakly supported, and off-key vocals performed by a mumbly, whispery male voice and a squeaky, girlish female voice.

Tempo between 50 and 90 beats per minute.

Earnest gushy romantic lyrics.

Drums in 4/4 played quietly and only on the beat using brushes.

Rahul's anti-music sounds like it could be good.

You know, reading that, I think I'm describing RHCP or RATM, but then again, take out the LA references, and it could be Primal Scream, who are one of my favourite bands on earth. So go figure.

That'd be all recorded music since the early 1900's, then...

Vedder voice.

Barre chord strumming with alternating clean and distorted tones (and no others used).

Drummer who really sweats, maaaaan, and dons a backwards ball cap.

Vocalist quite fond of the "rough-voice" pedal or whatever you call that thing that sounds like a low-quality megaphone.

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Norman's robot band sounds amazing!

That would be Blur, n'est-ce pas?

my go:
- fake scratching
- lyrics about having fun and love (bubble gum love, not the painful type) with bad rhyming
- gratuitous solo (with any instrument - bass would be the worst)
- really bland drum machine driven r n' b beat with infant sounds incorporated into it

Wanting to escape the stress of a failing relationship, the launch of his second novel and the noise of city life, cantankerous and self-absorbed writer Philip (Schwartzman) jumps at the chance to spend the summer at the country home of his literary idol, Ike (Pryce). But as the two men bond, tensions begin to emerge, in no small part due to the arrival of Ike’s beautiful and bitter daughter Melanie (Ritter).

Combining the acid sense of humour of a Noah Baumbach movie with the freewheeling handheld filmmaking style of Joe Swanberg and the mumblecore set, the film is hilarious US indie heaven, bringing wit and gravitas to a story about unlikeable people behaving appallingly.

Elizabeth Moss weirdly absent from that synopsis. Also, good movie!

ffs

I say this as someone w/ no tolerance for recent Baumbach / MOR indie Americana film bullshit.

the Moss-centric slice of about 10-15 minutes is very good, kinda hated the rest.

i appreciate the info but this isn't really about the movie it's about the blurb

hey, sell to the buyers.

It sounds fucking horrible but it is actually quite an enjoyable movie.

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