Don't look at me that way

Dammit. The hopelessly derivative song Munich has successfully infiltrated my defenses. Sounding like Interpol at their most Joy Division-esque, I should look askance, but the catchiness has proven too much for me. The next thing you know, people are going to catch me singing Fox on the Run.

All the snobbery covering that paragraph makes me look like a Pitchfork writer. Except if I was a Pitchfork writer I would have found a way to reference the Estonian New Wave metal movement of the first half of 1996. If you want more Pitchfork bashing, be sure to read this Slate piece. The time may be ripe for a good competitor to Pitchfork.