WTF, I'm told, is interweb shorthand for "what the fuck?" Year-end crit lists always spawn a few of these, so here are a few of my picks for incomprehensible choices from the music media elite.
Deerhoof
The Runners Four
I recently heard this album over the PA at a show between bands and it was a close as I've ever come to walking up to the soundboard and setting it on fire. Admit it: you are only pretending to like this garbled noise shit because your fanatical indie purism demands it. Cliche, but true. And still sad. (see also: Animal Collective, Lightning Bolt)
New Pornographers
Twin Cinema
Always good for a few singles but far and away the most overhyped and overrated Canadian band of this young century. Not offensive so much as just...meh.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
s/t
Boy, from all the boner-popping this album elicited, you would think it would sound nothing like a bunch of dinks noodling on pots and pans fronted by another dink who "sings" like David Byrne getting ass-reamed with a 12-inch sandpaper dildo. You'd be wrong. (see also: Architecture in Helsinki)
Black Mountain
s/t
I have Led Zeppelin's II and that's enough for me.
Sufjan Stevens
Illinoise
I must confess to not hearing much of this critical darling, but what I did hear was about what I expected from a Jesus-loving, banjo-playing douche. Also, worst album cover of the year, if not ever.
Antony and the Johnsons
I'm a Bird Now
A big fat cross-dressing homo with a voice like a cow with a punctured udder puts out an album of showtuney dirges. And I should give a shit why?
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