I think that’s the worst thing about Pitchfork; how boring and drab it makes music, dissecting works to such a pointless degree that even the most effervescent, rollickingly fun-filled album feels like double maths all over again. Give a Pitchfork reviewer an Aquabats album and they’ll waffle on like its Ulysses. And then still tell you they love The Replacements.
— from Protagonist Complex
