“Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.” - Frank Zappa
I haven’t been able to positively ascertain whether the above quote is actually Zappa’s or not, but I damn well hope it is. It has been my guiding principle on avoiding record reviews for so long and just a few weeks ago I broke that particular duck when Whiteboard Journal decided to venture into critically assessing and grading locally produced records.
As stated earlier, I tend to avoid judging other people’s artistic work (one which I might not be able to do myself) yet record reviews form the sort of ‘promised land’ for most music journalists/bloggers. Hell, that’s what makes famous music journalists, well, famous. Iconic music critics like Lester Bangs, Robert Christgau and Harry Allen have honed their fame by praising or slating records in the most amusing manners they can think of. Lester Bangs, for example, notoriously trashed MC5’s Kick Out The Jams upon its release in 1968 (only for the record to receive critical fame decades later).
So what is the actual point of a review? And what is it that makes a review, a good one? Are writers supposed to strive for severely slating a record for the sheer popularity of doing so?