Gotta love how in the fawning Pitchfork review they snuck in a nasty diss of London Grammar calling them a “mall soundtrack” or something, so I guess the Pitchfork staff are regulars at Macy’s browsing the Calvin Klein and Sean Jean racks for bargains? Cool to know. But the real insult is that the chick from London Grammar can actually sing, unlike the mumbling faux singing of XX. Also, this album is too “personal”, lyricists should speak with the voice of Dionysus, not their personal voice, I don’t care if you’re lonely after the show, this kind of self referencing could be cute in an ironic pomo song, but with the oozing “sincerity” of the XX I lose all interest. I don’t don’t care about “you” personally, give me a break.
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thanks. will listen to this during my 8km jog today
Thanks, will listen to this during my Triathlon through the Sarah Dessert up to Morocco.
Thanks. Will listen as I circumnavigate the world on foot.
Their worst album. Finally their only great album is the first one.
Agree
Agreed. Nothing else needs to be added.
thanks, wont listen to this album while walking back to the 70’s
Thanks, I will write a comment but I won’t listen to the album
Thanks, I will listen to the album and write a comment, the I will un-listen and delete my comment.
Into the trash it goes
Boring hipster shite
stick to mipt
Thanks will listen to this whilst I have a sad wank, surrounded by empty miniature boxes of coco pops and a spilt bottle of yazoo.
Gotta love how in the fawning Pitchfork review they snuck in a nasty diss of London Grammar calling them a “mall soundtrack” or something, so I guess the Pitchfork staff are regulars at Macy’s browsing the Calvin Klein and Sean Jean racks for bargains? Cool to know. But the real insult is that the chick from London Grammar can actually sing, unlike the mumbling faux singing of XX. Also, this album is too “personal”, lyricists should speak with the voice of Dionysus, not their personal voice, I don’t care if you’re lonely after the show, this kind of self referencing could be cute in an ironic pomo song, but with the oozing “sincerity” of the XX I lose all interest. I don’t don’t care about “you” personally, give me a break.
Any chance of a re-up please?
+1
Dude, it’s on the fricken frontpage of Apple Music, just stream the shit, god.
Really and what if this nigga wants to listen this fucking shit while he is driving hes own fucking car, nigga!?
What the fuck you say about that, nigga?
Uh, ok dad, they have ways to hook your iphone up to your stereo you know…you know like is required by “hands free driving laws”, durr.
And pay for all these data when there is no free wifi arround? STFU and just download this fucking thing.
Get T-Mobile, dumbass, Apple Music doesn’t count against ur data, durr.
I always assumed millennials n shit read this blog, but maybe it’s just aging cool dads trying to relive their gen x glory days….
is this the soundtrack to the new avatar movie?
avatar: the college years
whyd that wiley comment thread get shut down?
Get T-Mobile, dumbass, Apple Music doesn’t count against ur data, durr.
This sounds like Gary Barlow trying to be cool. Shite!