Collegial Pitchfork Coverage
Our weekend has revolved around homegrown insanity, so we refer you to the work of colleagues.
Start with Drop A Ambulance, reporting from sonetheque. We had planned to preface a link to DAA's post by describing the bar's decor: imagine the interior of a stretch Hummer, upholstery and light fixtures "curated" by a hipster hotelier. Except the Hummer's a fucking spaceship.
- DAA already recapped Yo Majesty's post-fork set and included Better Clubs and Beat-Capsules-worthy description: "The question to ask is not 'Do they brief astronauts here during non-club hours?' but 'For just what kinds of badass top-secret missions?'"
- Emmie Magazine questions the original forked-tongue @ Muzzle of Bees.
- Byron Crawford discusses fast-food, encountering his readership, and the GZA's Liquid Swords excavation. With crappy video, objectionable truck-stop humor.
- At War With Metal overcomes Xanax shortages, Breihanic preoccupations to summarize: "Even with the shortcycle trendwatchery so pervasive and so maligned (unless we're over that by now), the Pitchfork brand and namesake festival are both somehow consistent, dependable entities that can still cause large numbers of people to assemble and smoke grass together in a dingy baseball field. And that's something that I can at least partially get behind, even if I've only heard Glostick Koran once, and against my own will."
