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This week’s Pick Of The ‘Fork proved to be a nail-biter until the very end, with 31% of you picking the following sentence out as the possible decoy: “…build from faltering Jeff Buckley whispers to cathartic Jeff Buckley caterwauls; let the strings swell, and…Congratulations, you’re on satellite radio.” Alas, it wasn’t our handiwork; that phrase was actually culled from Marc Hogan’s 1.9 pan of Damien Rice’s 9.
Our candidate–“Because her voice is so annoyingly insistent, even guitars that are meant to chime sound as brain-splitting as a 6:30 a.m. alarm.”–was spotted as the fake by 22% of you. The remaining sentences, and their sources:
“…singing lines like “My style is di bom digi bom di deng di deng digigi” to boast about her je nais se quois.”: Robyn, The Rakamonie EP (a 7.8 from Stephen M. Deusner, and 30% of the vote)
“…the bros most brazen with their veggie burritos and schizophrenic record collections.”: The USA Is A Monster, Sunset At The End Of The Industrial Age (a 6.7 from Grayson Currin, and 17% of the vote)
Because I love you guys:
Uhhh, sorry… that was a close-italics tag. Only now I realize that since it was in the Comments it only applies to the post page, not the home page. Why yes, I am an idiot.
Please return to your regular Idolating.
There’s no way ‘Grayson Currin’ is somebody’s real name.
You know, I get bored of pitchfork as well, but this obsessive compulsive behavior of yours is getting a bit tiresome. You’re reaching the point of wanna-be status.