Yodeling at Cthulhu
Listen. I'm not a critic or a musician, but I listen, and this has to be said. Some music is difficult. Difficult in the sense that I don't want to hear it. It's going to be boring. It's funny. It threatens me. The band's name is awful. They yodel. They're super into Cthulhu. The album cover couldn't win in a fight with office park posters. The artists responsible are too young, too old, too earnest, too aloof, too metal, too soft, too orthodox, too fey, too into something I'd hide away in Room 101. They spend their legends at side 1 track 1. They suck. We're talking Platonic forms of difficulty, here: created by God as eternal exemplars of difficulty, the music I think of when I think of music for people who don't love music the way I love music. In case anyone's wondering... Or so my ego demonically accuses, and I give in and ignore music deemed too difficult to bother with. It's never permanent, of course. I'm not that pr