Monday, July 04, 2005

Can I really be the only person on earth (who actually likes indie rock) that hears the Ponys and Willowz records as the most defeated, deflated, flat, pitter-pat dull-sloppy boring-ass wastes of time of the year (that weren't neceesarily preordained as such, e.g. the Paul Anka rock album or the Black Eyed Peas or NIN or whatever)? These albums sound exhausted, which is not the same as exploring exhaustion as a theme (see Maxinquaye, There's a Riot Goin' On, Metal Box, Vocalcity, Exile on Main St.), it means they're every bit as precious about their own lack of ideas and/or reason for existing as Unrest, which rockisback did not actually need one of, much less two.