Your new album, much as it pains me to say it, sucks. What a disappointment. In five years, you've gone from the pop opus of "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" to . . . I don't even know what. How do you describe an album that, after a half dozen listens, leaves no impression whatsoever? Crap - that's how.
Jeff Tweedy, et al., I'm going to see you in concert tomorrow, and while it's unreasonable to ask you to skip these latest songs altogether in favor of your excellent back catalog, if you're going to perform a few tracks from Sky Blue Sky, could you at least tighten them up and breathe a little life into them? Thanks.
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20 June 2007
23 February 2007
Good-bye, My Ski Lift
On his continuous climb to the top of Creepy Mountain, watery-eyed crooner James Blunt has found the perfect sponsors. Oi! Switzerland! Remember neutrality? Listen: you need to tighten that shit up and quick, before The Report finds itself reading about the John Mayer Ski Lift or the Panic! At the Disco Ski Lift or something. Merci/Danke/Grazie from all of us for your continued cooperation in this affair of international import.
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