I’m not here to criticize Atoms for Peace or The Black Keys for publicly denouncing a financial imbalance that affects them. In their shoes, I would do the exact same thing. Fundamentally, it’s not that different than teachers striking to prevent budget cuts or Hostess bakery workers sacrificing their jobs for their pensions.
Man on the Moon: The End of Day, the debut album from Cleveland native and noted curmudgeon, Kid Cudi, is effectively hip-hop’s answer to The Cure’s Disintegration, a web of sprawling self-reflection and faux-philosophy that has soundtracked the shotgunning of Natural Ice cans with surprising longevity.
No doubt the supposed importance of words is a subject that has been devoted significant print. So, it’s unsurprising that any vehicle for words, this blog included, is probably the worst place to find a balanced opinion on the subject, akin to asking a militant vegan where you should eat for dinner.