I've professed my undying love for David Thorpe on the Cream before. Author of dozens of scathing take-downs of all your sacred musical cows for Something Awful, he split the scene and went to write for The Weekly Dig in Boston. Now he's over at The Phoenix, where he continues to spin solid gold-plated music snarkicism so worthy of wide-eyed amour it's as if someone is paying him to do it.
Last week, he rated the top 10 songs on the Billboard Charts, and found himself in a classic stare-down with two Nashville bands.
1. KINGS OF LEON, "SEX ON FIRE" | Titles like this are totally wasted on bands like this -- imagine how classic a song called "Sex on Fire" would be if it were by Soft Cell or Suicide or something. At least it's not a huge disappointment, since we already know that Kings of Leon aren't a homo-erotic synth-pop duo but a gaggle of brawny, sincere Southerners who've earned the fawning adulation of the UK press and the bitter hatred of the US hipster press (and probably warrant neither). They're one of those minor trifles that'll be caught in a they-suck/no-they-don't tug of war for a few more years before getting shelved for decades and rediscovered as visionary geniuses by the hipbots of 2025. (Not that they deserve it -- that's just how it works.)
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6. PARAMORE, "DECODE" | Sets off my Christian-dar in a suspiciously Chevelle-esque fashion. I gather that it was featured on the Twilight soundtrack -- I went and saw that flick with my friends to laugh at it, but like halfway through we kinda turned to one another and went, "Wait, are we enjoying this?" Turns out, I'm a total tween for Twilight. I should point out that Twilight also set off my Christian-dar, and I turned out to be right about that -- the author lady is a Mormon. Oh right, this song: it sucks.
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