Enemy: Bat For Lashes

The deeply flawed perceptions of the troubled American hipster manifest themselves in a variety of ways. For a faction that prides itself on consuming intellectual music and defining itself from being displaced from society at large, their tendency to jump on the bandwagon of hype is sometimes astounding. Like lemmings dressed in the latest American Apparel outfits, these drones will follow the Pitchfork's of the world without hesitation to where the destination may lead.

Based on pure hype alone, you would think Bat For Lashes is the next savior of pretentiouscore. Seemingly lauded as the next Bjork meets The Beatles, Bat For Lashes is nothing more than a mediocre band with a female singer that makes indie guys with Jenny Lewis goggles drool. We’re not saying we wouldn’t hit it, she might even be less than a six drink handicap, but alas the lady’s looks do not overcompensate for vapid drivel.

Bat For Lashes is great… for elevator music. The music is pleasant enough, by no means terribly insulting, but basically the poor man's watered down Bjork or caffeine-infused Enya. This is mood music you put on to seduce a girl you meet at an Animal Collective show, its purposes otherwise as music to use if you run out of sleeping pills. Bat For Lashes is the enemy because of what they symbolize, the needless need to elevate an artist that otherwise should stay underground, six feet underground. If you can’t find music worth hyping, you aren’t looking hard enough.