This is awesome. David Cross addresses his own bad reviews in Pitchfork by parodying the hyper—hyperbolic writing styles of this indie rag's contributors. I particularly enjoyed this line about ButterFat 100:
Let its volcanic rapture overwhelm you like a 19th century hand-woven blanket made of human hair might have done back in the days when they enjoyed such things.
The empire burps crunk, indeed.
Posted by Red Chuck at May 27, 2005 10:33 AM