LA Weekly har netop lavet en top-20 over værste (= mest irriterende) hipsteracts lige nu. På toppen af en forholdsvis forudsigelig liste ligger hipster-darlingen Bon Iver. Her Paul T. Bradley fra LA Weekly’s begrundelse for hvorfor netop denne artist løber med sejren:
“But the melodies! The harmonies!” You protest. Sorry, but it’s time to admit that Bon Iver is the sonic equivalent of an empty canvas totebag. Worse, the Justin Vernon-fronted act is wholly indicative of our musical fall from grace. What happened to us as a generation that this guy gets to bear our sonic torch? Those who came before us rocked, bumped and grinded. They exuded raw sexuality and riotous anger; sweaty human realism. They hoovered drugs or angrily rejected them, they humped strangers in club bathrooms in adolescent indiscretion; they broke shit, laughed, cried, partied on rooftops or in warehouses, exercised cultural demons and personal failures, made spectacles. We, instead, get a whiny guy who built his own studio in the woods; perfectly exemplifying that narcissistic hipster ethos of “Whatever man, I’m just gonna go over here and be chill, I don’t want to be bothered or have my mellow harshed.” Bon Iver coos the celebratory ballads of hip poseurs who refuse to get their hands dirty, that is, unless that filth is quaint and photogenic.
Hey, hvor er “Anbefal”-Facebook-knappen blevet af? Det der er i alle fald lige på sømmet. Hans falset er rædsom. HAN er rædsom.
Jo, tror bare manden mener, det er blevet et spørgsmål om form over indhold, om statisk æstetik over levet liv.
Jamen, skal det være smadrede stole hver gang? Der er da masser af den slags og hvis man vil høre det, kan man sagtens komme til det.
Bon Iver’s debut er ialfald tindrende smuk. Den rant ovenfor bringes her fordi den har en gevaldig portion vindende kulsort humor i sin levering.
Ak ja – det var da et synspunkt! Når man ser hvem der ellers optræder på listen af generelt glimrende navne, er det i min smag nok snarere ‘best hipster acts’ lige nu. Tak for sangen.