In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

I love Pitchfork too much to hate them because the writers are so full of themselves and pull so many music references out of their sleeves that you wonder, "How does this even remotely tell me what this band sounds like?" I was reading about this band Tokyo Police Club and I had to reread the review:

"Opening with a Les Savy Fav riff tenderized to Strokes-level infectiousness, the vocals half-heartedly ape the Casablancas-via-intercom bit, though the pathos here comes across as much more dire."

It's like you have to be in on all of music's secrets to figure out that TPC is another garage band who doesn't add anything new to the music scene but they're polished enough to pull of a good toe-tapping song. Which I kinda of find sad, only because I'm over the post-punk scene ala the Strokes/Hives/et al. The stuff that's churned out by the bands post that era, which was sadly just two and a half years ago, seem to be hitting it late. And that makes me sad because I love music so much due it's ability to reinvent itself so quickly. I've always believe that music is a reaction to itself. Around the turn of the century, emo was a reaction to the boy bands and pop idols of the late 90s, which was a reaction to grunge, which was a reaction to the metal hair bands, and I could trace the chain for a few more decades.

New music is good music to my ears. Hence my appreciation for the Faint, Unicorns, Lightning Bolt, or the Decemberists. What they do is so distinct from any other band that even though I sometimes get annoyed the erratic and eccentric guitar playing of Lightning Bolt, I still find nuances in their songs that pleasantly surprise me the same way Colin Meloy of the Decemberists manage to glide over me with another well written verse. But for now, I will go in search of my beloved imports. How they cost me so much money yet I still shell out the cash for them. Although if somebody does find the Zombies' Odessey and Oracle album (the one with the wonderfully psychedelic Cream-like cover with the extra 17 tracks but is not the reissued edition) for a good deal, drop me a line. Or Arashi's Arashic album. I've been trying to hunt down a copy for the past week. Scratch that, I just found a page of 100 awesome music videos to watch which will feed my hipster ego.

(Double version, double points: Flock to the father of modern folk.)