Update of yesterday's "On Wilco"

This is the type of lazy reviewing I was talking about yesterday. The kind that kust references other music instead of actually assessing the album on its own merits. Thank you Rolling Stone for the relevant example. And more often than not, this is the type of review you often see from Rolling Stone, where you learn much more about the reviewer and their ability to recall obscure bands from their extensive personal catalogue of music. Good music critics, such as Rob V.A. out in Minny, need no such literary crutches. This schmuck at RS can't even get two sentences into his review before he drops the oft cited Steely Dan reference. Lame.

Second thing to note: swung by the local Bux this morning to grab an americano (when there is one on every street corner, as there are here in DC, they all sorta fit the description as the local one), when low and behold, fucking SBS is for sale. In a goddamn Starbucks. Right next to the Michael Buble and the Bob Marley 73-75 Live albums. Lame. Uber-LAME. When I was mulling over how to best describe the latest album, "the type of music you could buy with your morning latte" never quite crossed my mind. And yet, fittingly, that is a perfect description. Tame. More boring moments than exciting ones. Background music. The type of album you could pickup at your local Bux with your morning latte.