Music's Biggest Disappointments Of 2010
Editor's Pick: I'm tempted to say myself on this one. I just didn't connect to a lot of music this year. Especially new music, most of which I was either indifferent to or outright loathed. I'm not really the navel-gazing type, though, so I'll just chalk it up to an off year and move on. I doubt you could find a whole lot of critics who could make a case 2010 was the best year for music ever anyway. Or would want to.
On the other hand, I could not be prouder of the work Rocks Off as a whole did this year. I read a lot of other music blogs, and I think we have the best in the city (easily), the state, the region and maybe even the entire U.S. I just want all of them, and all of you, to know that.
Marc Brubaker: People talking at shows! If you paid good money to go see a show, shut the fuck up and watch the show. No one wants to hear you jawing away in the crowd, talking about whatever the hell you think is more important than the band on stage. Take it outside, or in the next room at least. It's amazing how Houston is perfectly content to waste its money talking through a show they paid to see.
John Seaborn Gray: Four letters: MGMT. Their sophomore album, Congratulations, was terminally boring. I'm fine with bands that take risks and change up their sound, but I expect that change to be due to passion and artistic integrity, not just as a "fuck you" to fans.
Congratulations embraced rambling, psychedelic stoner-rock at the expense of MGMT's earlier success with catchy dance-rock, and that wasn't even the problem. The problem was, it wasn't good rambling, psychedelic stoner-rock. Every song was completely forgettable, and I mean completely; I listened to that album five, maybe six goddamned times and I can't recall a single note or phrase.
Not a crescendo nor a catchy riff nor even a pleasing confluence of tones existed on Congratulations. It droned, it staggered, it stopped. That last part was the only thing I liked about it. I might as well have listened to hornworms chewing on my tomato plants for all I took from that album.
Craig Hlavaty: I didn't care for the Arcade Fire's The Suburbs, at least not as much as I loved Neon Bible.
Jef With One F: In my case, 2010 has been made up of a lot of little disappointments. It's another year without Kathryn Hallberg putting out an LP. It's another years without a new, non-remix based Asmodeus X album. It's another long wait to see how The Brown Dog Affair finally ends. It's one less awesome venue with the Meridian gone - though how a club that charged that much for well drinks went out of business we'll never know.
It was also a year of skipping shows in the name of being there to say goodnight to my one-year old daughter. Wife With One F and I wouldn't trade her for all the rock and roll on Earth, but we do miss standing in the front row and letting the magic wash over us.