OWNED.

Michaelangelo Matos destroys the latest "Wednesday Morning Download" column, something that I wanted to write when I read that column last week too. Matos does it much better and more thoroughly than I could have, though. The upbraiding starts in paragraph 3. A juicy excerpt:

"...writing a weekly column for a national publication and repeating yourself three times in the space of a paragraph, or professing astonishment that the music industry works the way it's worked for the past two decades, or being flabbergasted that publishing a review page devoted almost entirely to indie rock might lead to a readership that listens nearly exclusively to, what's this, indie rock--that's incompetence.

There is more. "I've never been fond of Modest Mouse," Bartlett writes, "and I can't really explain why, except to say that Isaac Brock's voice doesn't appeal to me." Guess what? You are, nominally, a writer--specifically, a music critic. That means your job is to explain why you do or don't like something. If you can't really do this, perhaps you should learn to do your fucking job. And failing that, perhaps you should find another line of work. "