What you're increasingly witnessing at every club, at every show, with every passing night, is the death of the horrible, awkward, uncomfortable tension of devoted music fans pretending not to enjoy music they have paid to see. [pitchfork]
The rest of the review is similarly brilliant and entertaining.
I meant to buy that CD yesterday, but decided that I'd get it if I went to their free set at the Capitol Hill Sonic Boom tomorrow at 7 pm. I bought the new Ryan Adams CD instead, but after reading the review, I think I might return it unopened.