Here's a heads-up that I paid tribute to the 2010 phenomenon that I most loved rolling my eyes at -- club music about clubbing -- with a collage poem similar in function to my /\/\/\Y/\ review at the Village Voice's Sound of the City (it's called "The Ballad of 2010"). Yes, I know, dance music about dancing predates this year. Yes, I know that insipid lyrics in pop music are par for the course. But I also know that acts of the past like Chic and Inner City handled this subject matter much better and that there was a time when dance songs could be matter of factly about anything (well, anything like love), instead of pummeling you on the head with what you already know if they're effective in the first place (that dancing is fun, for example!).
I also kind of of appreciate really stupid shit (look around this blog!), so understand that this critique is not without bemused affection. The hours I spent assembling it and coding each line to jump to the corresponding song should suggest as much anyway. That's part of the reason, by the way, that posting has been so light up in these parts. That and, oh yeah, CHRISTMAS.