Friday, February 17, 2012

I think I may have caught my limit of weird

Iamamiwhoami seem fascinating in something like the way Bjork has always been, but if I'm honest, I'm feeling burned out on ultra-conceptual, visually intense, musically magpie-ish busy-ness:


Much of the center of pop from Gaga to Minaj to Florence is already quite exhausting, hectoring, brow-beating,... The avant garde is doing the same thing only more obliquely. In sum, too much weird - a weird bubble - leaves one overstimulated, deadened, and demand for it seems likely to undergo a sudden collapse. We'll see.

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