“It's my second week writing for *Pitchfork*, and already I've been tempted by corruption. No, record companies aren't throwing cash, drugs and boy-toys at me in exchange for favorable reviews. It's something far more seductive: laziness.
The Aislers Set's latest album, *The Last Match*, comes with not one, but three *Pitchfork*-ready review paragraphs printed on the back cover. Each is ostensibly”
