
Irregardless of all the elation innately located within each and every opus emitted from the erudite David Longstreth et al. – however conscientiously subversive – it is one subtly tarnished by a patina of rather depressive reality. For his Dirty Projectors , despite being just about the finest baroque pop alt.orchestra to contemporarily be entangled in our ethernet cables and whatnot, are markedly a fundamental of noughties counterculture when they really – albeit in some fictitious and ATP-curated synchronous universe – should surely be revered as the primary authors of mainstream culture; venerated as veritably impeccable composers of Handelian [...]