Fantano is washed. Pitchfork is cooked. Brad crashed out. The year is 2025 and there stands alone only one hope for internet music criticism. One leader amongst puny weaklings; one shining example upon whose back the depth groveling masses pile their hopes. They stand high above the clouds of delerium that have suffocated internet music criticism and proudly speak their prophecy to the desperate, tired, and forsaken bodies of depleted, withered music nerds: We are MUSIC FOR A HOTTER FUTURE, and we are THE ONE.

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