Laguardia
"Self-titled" CD (Minimalist)
Just when I thought navel-gazing, no self-esteem indie pop couldn't get worse, it did. This is the sound of whining set to something that might be called music by assholes who wear tight sweaters and beat their chests in time with off-tempo drumbeats. To say that this insipid pop is utterly forgettable would mean that I remember having actually listened to it at some point.