A week ago, critical feathers seemed to be aruffle again all thanks to the men of Vampy Weeks. Jessica Hopper of the Chicago Reader took them to task for their defensive, elastic brand of bourgeois "whiteness" and the way in which they've plundered Third World sounds to backdrop their hits about First World pursuits. Nitsuh Abebe, a critic whom you may have read over at Pitchfork now and again, countered very thoughtfully. Blograts scuttled back and forth. We stayed out of it. But after stumbling across the Le Blogoteque's excellent new footage of the band unfurling their French, formerly a tongue reserved for and "bandied" about with by Europe's upper crust, we said enough. So incensed, we couldn't help but forget they were using it to introduce songs both old and new. Oh wait, we didn't forget about any of that. Because these songs are really, really good. If they weren't, no one would be arguing.
No one would care that much.