Rogueish

Like, I expect, a lot of people on the internet, I hear about much more music than I can be bothered to listen to. Some people seem to experience this vast availability as a kind of obligation, and so dislike it, but it doesn’t really bother me, and it does have its pleasures. Sometimes, I’ll hear about some hot track and, months later, actually listen to it, to find out that it’s unbelievably, hilariously awful; I then feel a wholly undeserved sense of pride in having previously given the track the disdain it turns out to have deserved.

Case in point, this Gotye and Kimbra song. It’s not just the Australian accent that makes me think of Men at Work; it’s the plodding, chintzy folkiness.