Critical Differences: Pitchfork’s Lost Archives - Save Ferris Edition
There are few things in journalism more unethical than changing or deleting your past, and dig deep enough about indie music's juggernaut Pitchfork and you'll find that they've done just that. Reviews have been deleted and new reviews have been written to reflect current tastes/trends.
Very very few things are more amusing than the long lost 9.5 review of Save Ferris' It Means Everything.
Dear Pitchfork and other web media, it may be easier for you to run from your past mistakes than your printed siblings, but the past never completely disappears.
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Read Pitchfork's Legendary Review of Save Ferris' It Means Everything
Save Ferris: It Means Everything [Epic]
Rating: 9.5
If you're lucky, really lucky in life, you might be able to occasionally catch sight of a band that has reached their perfect groove. It's when they're tight and unified, playing music for the sheer fun and love of it, far before the cynicism sets in. They give off a special energy that is meant for the smaller venues. They record CD's that become "keepers", the mainstay of your collection, though they may go "out of style" someday.
Save Ferris' It Means Everything knocked my socks off. I was in bed, the changer had just changed over from Meat Beat Manifesto and off in the distance this CD pulled me awake with its clean bouncin' groove. Its tight, unpretentious, energetic ska led by the rich and soothing voice of Monique Powell opened my eyes to a beautiful day. Yes, a band in their perfect groove. I reached bedside to my DC City Paper and began to frantically search for them live. That's when their cover of "Come On Eileen" came on. I think I came. Great music that won't be soon forgotten by anyone who's heard them.
- James P. Wisdom, Pitchfork Media
25 Records from 2010 That Deserve a Listen
2010 has been good to us so far, delivering quite a few music gems in between hidden beneath the piles of mediocre records. Great albums by Liars, LCD Soundsystem, Gorillaz, Shearwater, Tallest Man On Earth and other mainstays have gotten the expected universal praise, but plenty of lesser known bands have slipped through the cracks without the deserved attention for their hard work. Below are 25 of the best records of 2010 so far that have gone generally unnoticed by the music media.
Adrienne Drake - Dullabies
A terribly haunting dance record with similarities to Burial but a sound of its own.
ArpLine - Travel Book
Explosively catchy prog rock.
The Besnard Lakes - The Besnard Lakes Are The Roaring Night
An epic album built on big reverby stoner rock that flows perfectly from front to back.
Bluebrain - Soft Power
A wonderfully loud experimental electronic dance record.
Christopher Paul Stelling - The Songs of Christopher Paul Stelling Vol. 1 & 2
A reminder that an acoustic guitar and a voice can still be interesting when the person writing the songs is immensely talented. His incredible fingerpicking playing style will lure you in so his words can invade your soul
Christopher Stelling - "The Ocean Took My Love Away"
Citay - Dream Get Together
Strangely combining folk with big '70s riffs without sounding like a colossal mess
Citay - "Mirror Kisses" (featuring Tune Yards)
Common Prayer - There Is A Mountain
A more adventurous, rustic record from Hopewell frontman Jason Russo
Elaine Lachica- I Think I Can See The Ocean
Her lovely voice shines brightly over a wide-ranging album that seems loungy at times before the ethereal "Rapture" lifts off into swelling post rock.
Extra Life - Made Flesh
Eerie, exhausting experimental rock from Brooklyn.
Extra Life - "Black Hoodie (Pre Album Version)"
Field Music - Measure
Some of the best pop rock harmonies caught on tape in decades combined with excellent xtc-influenced musicianship.
Ghastly City Sleep- Moondrifts
Capable of pulling off epic swells comparative of Mogwai and Radiohead
Download Full Album: Ghastly City Sleep - Moondrifts
Ghastly City Sleep - "Seven (33 Leagues)"
Hooray For Earth - MOMO
How many more times can I rave about this band without it being annoying?
Jesus Makes The Shotgun Sound- DAMNANT QUOD NON INTELLIGUNT
Part Radiohead part Sleepy Time Gorilla Museum with one hell of a band name Jesus Makes The Shotgun Sound has made something that's simultaneously beautiful and menacing
Jesus Makes a Shotgun Sound - "Do Not The Clothes Make the Man"
Judson Claiborne - Time And Temperature
Former Low Skies singer Chris Salveter has a unique emotive voice complimented perfectly by his band's complex brand of alt-country
Judson Claiborne - "Song For Dreaming"
The Loom - Teeth
Elements of Low's mellow slowcore are mixed with chamber pop orchestration to create a magnificent slowburner
Malachai - Ugly Side Of Love
DJ records that flawlessly mix '60s pop-psychedelia, Morricone, and trip-hop are rare enough as it is, but one with a charismatic, scratchy-voiced singer this good are impossible to find
Miles Kurosky - The Desert Of Shallow Effects
He wrote some of the best albums of the last decade with Beulah and then went on hiatus, only to come back with some of the biggest, catchiest tunes he's ever written.
Miles Kurosky - "An Apple For An Apple"
My Gold Mask - A Thousand Voices EP
A guitar and drums duo can still sound fresh when the drummer has a huge voice to thrown on top of tribal beats and sinister, reverb-heavy guitars.
Parenthetical Girls - Privilege, pt. I
Their first in a series of EPs to be released in 2010 is a wonderfully melodramatic affair for anyone whoever wanted to hear a modernized Gene Pitney.
Parenthetical Girls - "Evelyn McHale"
Royal Forest - EP
When they changed their name from Loxsly to Royal Forest, they also bulked up their guitars without losing the Grandaddy-like charm
Sad Red - Elder
Playful, jazzy space-rock that avoids being overly jammy
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Saharan Gazelle Boy - Airplanes Can't
Heartfelt, electronic bedroom recording from a member of the tragically underrated Capybara
Saharan Gazelle Boy - "Something I Wanna Know About You"
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The Silent League - But You've Always Been the Caretaker
Ambitious, beautifully orchestrated and refreshingly original, this should set the standard for chamber pop. Very few bands could ever pull this off this sort of record without just sounding like a terribly cheesy ELO cover band.
The Silent League - "Here's A Star"
Sonoi- Sonoi
A hazy trip that fits right alongside classic Yo La Tengo for slipping into a pleasant coma on rainy days.
Untied States - Instant Everything, Constant Nothing
Yup, those are guitars ripping your insides apart. Untied States has created an adventurous record loaded with angular Denison and Froberg-influenced guitar riffs but less abrasive vocals than that of Jesus Lizard or Hot Snakes.
Yukon Blonde - Yukon Blonde
A throwback to the melodic 70s guitar rock of Thin Lizzy, loaded with catchy harmonies. It's not groundbreaking and Kings of Leon's early records did it better, but it's almost impossible not to love a song like "Babies Don't Like Blue Anymore."
Critical Differences: Pitchfork Reviews Dr. Dog - “Shame, Shame”
Dr. Dog - "Stranger"
The following rant/reaction to Pitchfork's review of Dr. Dog's Shame, Shame has little to do with my own feelings about the Philadelphia rocker's brand new record. It could have really been any record. I'm only listening to the record for the first time while writing this. What this has to do with is one of the many contradictions found within Pitchfork's album reviews.
5 albums into their history as a band, Dr. Dog is one of many bands that Pitchfork has never reviewed favorably despite being pretty universally acclaimed by critics. This is not to say that Pitchfork or anyone should be part of mob mentality, but it does mean that in stating their case against such a record they'll need to state a stronger case than if it was poorly received by the rest of the music critics.
Zac Kelly's review of Shame, Shame is full of positive words for the band:
Shame, Shame is arguably the band's finest moment. As if working in reverse, the band is finally making terse, jaunty chamber-pop and folk-inflected rock collages that would suggest the work of a younger, wide-eyed outfit.
But after two rather positive paragraphs with the occasional back-handed compliment ["So it's a pleasant surprise that after a gruelingly long run of dry, indistinguishable material, Dr. Dog have produced a record that shakes off (most of) their pallid Beatles-borrowing and embraces a bigger, more charismatic sound."] he takes a step back and gives us a better idea of exactly why he gives the record a 6.7.
Dr. Dog still aren't the most inventive band in the world, lyrically characterless and often prone to plow into their influences so forcefully it's almost uncivilized.
So, this is a legitimate argument here,. Dr. Dog wears their influences on their sleeves and such lack of originality should hinder the score given a record. But then again, weren't Real Estate, Surfer Blood, and Girls all awarded "Best New Music?" Didn't Harlem just get an 8.1. Sure the lyrics on the Dr. Dog record are nowhere near Dylan or even Bejar territory, but they're still not as juvenile as anything on that Girls record. [Just to clarify, I enjoy Girls' album. It's a fun listen, just not groundbreaking].
As the big powerhouse of music journalism, Pitchfork has become a self-proclaimed gatekeeper of substantial indie success. In general they have good taste and enough passion towards music to remain on top, but we must demand Pitchfork to be more consistent and broadminded if they're going to remain on top. Pitchfork's reviews are as predictable as a Michael Bay movie. We know what they like, and what they will like. Their revenue depends on hits, and so they must continue to review what's popular in order to exist and remain on top. To remain hip, they'll need to positively review weird records that have enough indie commercial appeal without getting so adventurous that their readers become disoriented.
Remaining cool to such an expansive readership is a challenge that Pitchfork has been lucky to overcome thanks to indie's rise to mainstream, and the generally dissolving nature of music journalism.
So then, after listening to Shame, Shame once, what is my opinion of the record? Well, it's a Dr. Dog record, and despite my own criticisms of Zach's review, much of it is on point. It's not lifesaving or essential, but it's mostly a good listen, and possibly their best work so far. 7.3
But what does either of our opinions matter when you can listen to the whole record online in the time that it takes to read a couple reviews.
While You’ve Been at SXSW: Jonny Leather’s Non-SXSW Wrap Up
I was jaded, ready to throw in the towel. That's what this industry can do to you. A rat race with very little prize to be had, the joy of being a piece of the music industry pie had become less and less bearable. Following industry insiders, critics, photogs on twitter was like an up to the second reminder that much of my beliefs and tastes clash with theirs. Namedropping, the hype cycle, the never-ending circle jerk and the overall bore that is much of the industry was beating the life out of me, and yet I remained part of it.
Off to SXSW they went, but with the magic of twitter, I could live their every moment. Through the horror that is 4-square (the farmville of twitter), I was constantly updated of their whereabouts. Bands that blogs have already hyped to the brink of irritability played sets all over Austin, as bloggers/critics fought for claim of discovery of the "next big thing."
While my peers drank loads of beer, saw too many bands to remember, and ate loads of Tex Mex in preparation of a week full of post SXSW wrapups, I also did stuff.
Since you've been busy live tweeting from Austin informing me about your every move, and have plans to overload me with plenty more info about your past week's exploits, please allow me to give you a run down of what I've been up to while you've been at SXSW...
- My cat puked in my bathroom. I cleaned it up.
- It was really nice out on Tuesday, so I went to the Highline, then got a few drinks and eventually ended up at Sweet Revenge
- After reading a constant barrage of your 4SQ whereabouts at SXSW, I decided to quit Twitter.
- Then Flavorwire named me one of the 10 most followable music critics on Twitter
- Went to The Delancey on Wednesday night to see Grub Animal, and ended up seeing a terrible frat band cover Vanilla Ice
- Was published on Artinfo.com
- Saw Jon Natchez and Soft Landings at Zebulon. Shared a Jim Beam Milkshake with a great girl at Relish in between bands
- Randomly became obsessed with Supertramp
- Listened to Big Star's "Thirteen" 200 times
- Earned a considerable paycheck from a company whose office feels like a morgue
- Slept in a comfortable bed
- Put on a show at The Bell House that rivals anything that happened at SXSW. Ghastly City Sleep and Lagoon were particularly mesmerizing.
- Beat everyone except Mike Tyson in Punchou

- Saw Alice in Wondland 3D. There was a 3D Friskies commercial before it. I love Burton, but the movie was blaspheme, taking far too many liberties with Lewis Carrol's classic novel
- Hung out with cool people less concerned with being hip than being themselves
- Didn't have to travel to see a load of bands I've already seen a million times before in NYC just so I could hype them as next big thing.
- Enjoyed a peaceful weekend in the perfect weather in Brooklyn rather than risking my safety at MtyMx to see every band that ever plays at Market Hotel
- Randomly became obsessed with Eddie Grant
- Went to the Bronx Zoo on one of the most perfect days of the year and made friends with sea lions, lemurs, giraffes and other furry creature

- Drank Sangria on the roof of Alma, while my peers were stuck waiting for a bus to Mexico thanks to some terrible planning.
- Befriended incredible Brooklyn band, Sad Red
Sad Red - "Just Like An Orange"
- Revived my passion for music thanks to a bunch of great bands that may still exist far under the radar but need to be heard
To all my friends in amazing bands who played at SXSW (The Silent League, Royal Forest, Bear in Heaven, ARMS, Drink Up Buttercup...etc), you're still awesome. Don't mind my rant.
Despite Not Going, I know that all of these bands ruled at SXSW
- Bear in Heaven
- Royal Forest
- The Silent League
- Oh No Ono
- Drink Up Buttercup
- Deleted Scenes
- ARMS
- Spoon
- Besnard Lakes
- Broken Social Scene
- Liars
- Capybara
- Big Star
Critical Differences: Twilight Sad - “Forget The Night Ahead”
Twilight Sad - Forget The Night Ahead
mp3: Twilight Sad - "The Room"
Forget the Night Ahead is an album I was initially vary excited about prior to its release. Twilight Sad's debut record was one of the best debuts I've heard in recent years, and I expected their sophomore record to be a peak into the future of them as a band. Upon first listen, the much noisier Forget the Night Ahead was a real disappointment. And while some of the songs have grown on me over time, I still remain torn about how I feel about the record. critics have generally shown the same feelings of uncertainty.
Spin
Review by David Peisner, October 19, 2009
Rating: 2.5/5
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Key Remarks:
But the quartet spend most of their follow-up in hiding. Their crashing, shimmering walls of guitar are now simply a persistent, feedback-drenched drone, obscuring any sense of melody or dynamics.
The always-twee lyrics (sample line: "You are the bearer of a womb without love") have become stubbornly obtuse.
Moments of transcendence occasionally emerge from the murk, but not often enough.
The Onion AV Club
Review by Noel Murray September 29, 2009
Rating: B+
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Key Remarks:
And yet beneath the squall, frontman James Graham is still busy exploring memories and the moods they evoke, in a distinctive singsong voice.
Forget The Night Ahead is less immediately appealing than The Twilight Sad’s debut album Fourteen Autumns And Fifteen Winters; the songs are noisier and more monotonous
But the Forget tracks “I Became A Prostitute,” “Seven Years Of Letters,” and “The Neighbours Can’t Breathe” show a band capable of muscling up without losing a fascination with fragile, fleeting moments.
Conclusion: Both reviewers find the record less immediately appeal. Noel Murray seems to be okay with the noisier and more monotonous qualities that reflect the band's influence of spending time on the road with Mogwai. The reviews are really not all that different beyond the scores, and it seems to reflect that both reviewers are hearing the same things, and it's simply a difference in tastes the lead to the different scores.
Critical Differences: Nada Surf - “Let Go”
mp3: Nada Surf - "Inside of Love"
Pitchfork's Rob Mitchum and Entertainment Weekly's Brian M. Raftery had very different opinions of Nada Surf's now indie classic record Let Go when it first came out...
Pitchfork
Review by Rob Mitchum, January 22, 2003
Rating: 3.8/10
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Key Remarks:
Like the equally mystifying continued existence of their pan-flash peers Superdrag (sigh, WhosuckedouttheFEEEELAAAAAANNNNN!!), Nada Surf insists upon fading away rather than burning out.
Could it be there's something worthwhile about this band to have so long outlived their original fifteen minutes?" Well, that's why I get paid the big bucks, folks-- to tell all y'all not to listen to that bastardly little voice, who never did you no good anyhow.
Let Go's only plausible use is to forcibly expose us to mid-90s alt-rock in the context of today so that we might come to grips with just how damn crappy it sounds. Of course, the very same effect can be achieved by simply dusting off that Buffalo Tom CD the record store's passed on sixty or seventy times and tossing it into the old six-disc-- a rather sad fact for the boys of Nada Surf, and proof positive of this album's dollar-bin destiny.
...Nada Surf embodies all the itinerant influences of the day, drawing their jangle-pop inspiration from...but the band also carries with it the era's failings like a parasite, crimes that might've been forgivable back when we were sorta excited about 'Mats disciples popping up on the radio, but which come off as JUST SAD nowadays.
Said crimes include:
Building a chorus around the phrase, "I wanna know what it's like/ On the inside of love," in the at-least-aptly-titled "Inside of Love".
Hijacking a classic album's mystique in lieu of creating one's own poetic imagery, as with the protagonist listening to Blonde on Blonde in the again-credibly-titled "Blonde on Blonde".
Just the simple presence of a song called "Neither Heaven Nor Space" (and guess what it's about?).
Singing a song entirely in French ("Le Pour Ca")
Too bad these, and the other ten mid-tempo tunes on Let Go, are gleefully shined into harmless linoleum by the mixing board of Bryce "SuperSheen" Goggin, the only man who can lay claim to ruining albums by both Pavement and Phish.
Perhaps the only thing I can't give Nada Surf the old kick-while-down for is the rather unfortunate sharing of album titles with teen-of-the-moment Avril Lavigne-- and that's only 'cause I haven't got it in me to waste further time smacking down these clearly well-meaning saps. I'll admit, though: If forced to defend one of the two LPs to save my life, I'd pick Little Miss Wifebeater without a second thought. No, I'm afraid Nada Surf won't be regaining any of their past (hyuck, hyuck) Popularity on these shores with Let Go, and their fellow forgotten (Dig, anyone?) might want to heed their warning and stay retired.
Conclusion: Ouch! Rob Mitchum didn't just dislike Nada Surf's Let Go. He hated it with a true passion, and did his best in attempt to bury it forever. He criticized them for using Dylan's "Blonde on Blonde" for imgaery, and he criticized them for singing a song in French. Would he have done so if he had liked the sound? Hard to say. Mitchum clearly wanted to be listening to something with more balls, but that's not what Nada Surf is about. He continues to focus on Nada Surf's one hit wonder popularity as though they did something wrong by releasing another record.
Mitchum will probably never like this record, and you can't blame him for having different taste, but he was really wrong about one thing: "Nada Surf won't be regaining any of their past (hyuck, hyuck) Popularity on these shores with Let Go." The album became a treasure in the indie community and Nada Surf became bigger than ever, with large headlining tours and a growing fanbase.
Entertainment Weekly
Conclusion: Brian M. Raftery's much briefer review for Entertainment Weekly couldn't be more different than Mitchum's slam of the album. Raftery, much like Rolling Stone's Rob Sheffield [see his review here], treats their fluke hit as a hurdle that the band triumphantly overcame, rather than the inescapable past that Mitchum treats it as.
The one and only positive thing that both critics agreed upon is that "Blizzard of '77" is a great album opener.
I personally love Let Go, and believe that anyone who's ever seen the band perform live would agree that "Inside of Love" is a transcendent experience.
Critical Differences: Neutral Milk Hotel - “In The Aeroplane Over the Sea”
"Critical Differences" is a new feature on jonnyleather.com examining clashing album reviews written by music critics with the power to make or break an artist/album. For my first ever attempt at this column I decided to look at Neutral Milk Hotel's "In The Aeroplane Over The Sea." It's an album that personally grew on me to become one of my all-time favorites, and is also an album that was difficult for critics to assess early on.
Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over the Sea
mp3: Neutral Milk Hotel - "King Of Carrot Flowers Part 2 & 3"
Now a little over 10 years since it's release, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea is widely regarded as a masterpiece. Very few albums in its genre have had as large of an influence over what followed. Rolling Stone and Pitchfork had pretty dissimilar feelings about the record upon it's release...
Rolling Stone
1998
Ben Ratliff
Rating: 3 out of 5 Stars
Key Remarks:
"Jeff Mangum, who goes by the name of Neutral Milk Hotel with or without musical collaborators, was one of those seventies kids touched by Brian Wilson and Lindsey Buckingham. Unfortunately, Mangum went straight for the advanced course in aura and texture, skipping basic training in form and selfediting."
"The lyrics on In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, his second album, are fertile, heaping, onrushing; most of the music is scant and drab, with flat-footed rhythms and chord changes strictly out of the beginner's folk songbook. Elsewhere, in "The King of Carrot Flowers Parts Two and Three," the clattering drums, trombones and impasto of underwater guitar fuzz mask the absence of a decent melody."
"He sings loudly, straining the limits of an affectless voice"
"For those not completely sold on its folk charm, Aeroplane is thin-blooded, woolgathering stuff."
Conclusion: Rolling Stone's Ben Ratliff's review actually reads as being more negative than the 3 out of 5 star tag connected with it, completely ripping apart Mangum's songwriting and criticizing his vocals. It's hard not to cringe reading such a scathing review of a classic record.
Pitchfork
1998
M. Christian McDermott
Rating: 8.7
Key Remarks:
"there's one psych-rock band making music that's just as catchy as it is frightening."
"From the opening "King of Carrot Flowers," In the Aeroplane Over the Sea shifts from acoustic folkiness to loud, fast punk rock with little or no warning. It features a noisy horn section and a dreamy singin' saw, all rolled into a package that does a credible job of blending Sgt. Pepper with early 90's lo-fi."
"Neutral Milk Hotel frontman Jeff Magnum writes songs that read like bad dreams. He inherits a world of cannibalism, elastic sexuality and freaks of nature. We can only assume he likes it there."
Conclusion: The 8.7 is a very positive score for Pitchfork, and though McDermott's review does more to describe the feeling of the record than his own personal feelings about it, you get the impression that he thinks very highly of it.
7 years and a reissue later Pitchfork wrote a second review of the record, giving it the highest honor, a 10.0...
Pitchfork
2005
Mark Richardson
Rating: 10.0
Key Remarks:
"Moments of trauma, joy, shame-- here they're all experienced first as physical sensation. A flash of awkward intimacy is recalled as "now how I remember you/ how I would push my fingers through your mouth/ to make those muscles move.""
"Obsessed as it is with the textures of the flesh and the physical self as an emotional antenna, listening to Aeroplane sometimes seems to involve more than just your ears."
"The instrumentation seems plucked randomly from different years in the 20th century: singing saws, Salvation Army horn arrangements, banjo, accordion, pipes."
"Aeroplane is what happens when you have that knowledge and still take the risk."
Conclusion: Having already reviewed the record quite positively, I don't really see the necessity for Pitchfork to have done a 2nd review of the record. This one is longer and more in-depth, but in the end says nothing really to add upon the original review outside of letting us know what we already grew to know—that it's now a classic record—and to fil us in on the conection to the Diary of Ann Frank.









































