Just my kind of writing.
The current issue of Earplug has some great writing in Reviews.
About Juana Molina:
subtly crisscrossing melodies, and electronic noodles curl subliminally around each verse. There are razor slices of what might have been saxophone or organ parts / glide from soothing to inflamedTobacco:
the warm acid tones and fuzzy analog mysticism of Boards of CanadaBicycles are your Friends:
The whir of spokes slicing air, crank and shaft rotation, the sprickity-sprock as chain catches teeth / awash in sunshine, with uplifting pads and rhythmic clicks propelling the track forwardGreg Davis & Sébastien Roux
as nautical bells and creaking wood undergo subtle digital treatment, only to eventually unify in a glowing drone. The liquid theme returns during the final moments: wet boots slush through the peaceful hum of a downpour.
This made me laugh, because I wrote a piece for Elitish about writing indie rock reviews that really nails the kind of language she’s talking about. Of course, I wasn’t quite as eloquent.
How to be an indie rock music critic
