So Pitchfork barely reviews the Black Kids album, and it’s the story of the day at the office. It’s one of those times where you want to hate Pitchfork for being snobby and bratty, but it’s spot on.

Poor Black Kids, not much of a band and an unfortunate smear on my memory of this year’s Cut Copy show. I’m sorry you got so much hype.

Ironically, the LA Times gave the review about 500 words more than Pitchfork’s usual review.

So what to make of Scott Plagenhoef’s resolutely lazy, unfunny and fundamentally disrespectful review of Black Kids’ “Partie Traumatic” today? You’ll give paragraph after paragraph to an unknown demo, but take said band’s major-label debut as a smirky in-joke among your staff? Give them the 3.3 if it’s warranted. But have something to say regarding how or why it’s deserved beyond this narcissistic, juvenile-Dave Eggers bit of self-reflection.