Robert Christgau - self-proclaimed dean of US rock critics.
 

Anyone know of a more moronic and shallow ******* of a music critic?

Pierre Scruffi or whatever he's called.

I don't pay attention to him, because I usually disagree.

He's an arrogant bastard.

The Daily Dischord review site that's sometimes cited on Wikipedia has some pretty bad ones.

I love me some Christgau. It's best not to take him too seriously. Even though he takes himself pretty seriously.

It just hurts me that there is such a poor writer out there, and prominent too. Some people may actually listen to him...and that is very dangerous

He'll die soon enough. Or go deaf, but I don't know if that would affect his reviews at all.

I don't know how he thinks he can sum up an entire record with two sentences of insults.

Rob Sheffield is pretty bad too.

OK Computer [Capitol, 1997]
My favorite Pink Floyd album has always been Wish You Were Here, and you know why? It has soul, that's why--it's Roger Waters's lament for Syd, not my idea of a tragic hero but as long as he's Roger's that doesn't matter. Radiohead wouldn't know a tragic hero if they were cramming for their A levels, and their idea of soul is Bono, who they imitate further at the risk of looking even more ridiculous than they already do. So instead they pickle Thom Yorke's vocals in enough electronic marginal distinction to feed a coal town for a month. Their art-rock has much better sound effects than the Floyd snoozefest Dark Side of the Moon. But it's less sweeping and just as arid. B-


can he get anymore idiotic?