For the last few months, the articles of Philadelphia Weekly contributor Steven Wells have totally perplexed us. He rages against a machine that is essentially dead already ó†rock ‘n’ roll ó†but he tackles it like it’s a flaming dragon with a plutonium heart that’s about to explode. In classic smash-a-bug-with-a-30-lb.-hammer style, today the Wellster takes on, um, those very very threatening acoustic guitars:

…for a brief while, shit became the new good. Music that our grandparents would’ve considered bland to the point of unlistenabilty became briefly hip among stick-limbed young white men with offensively wispy facial hair. And while the [New Acoustic Movement] fad might have passed, it left in its wake way too many singer/songwriters sitting on stools, dressed in brown, moaning their tightly curled little heads off while plucking at the six metal strings of that vile wooden box.

Is this guy really that pissed that Erlend Oye gets laid? Or is he, more likely, just doing his own riff on “James Taylor Marked For Death” by Lester Bangs like 30 YEARS too late? Either way, dude: CALM DOWN.
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This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 at 10:23 am.