Seventeen years after Ryan Schreiber first started banging out reviews in his Minneapolis bedroom, Pitchfork’s end-of-year lists are probably the most anticipated in the music industry — both because for all its failings the site remains the Internet’s most popular and thus most influential hive of music criticism, and because it holds its lists until pretty much everyone else has published theirs. Over the last couple of years, we’ve amused ourselves by pondering what the songs in the ’Fork’s Top 10 say about its readership (which, of course, includes us) — and so, with the publication yesterday of this year’s winners, we’re giving the exercise another go-around.
10. Jai Paul — ”Jasmine”
Hello, we’re Pitchfork readers! Our collective tastes are now shaped by a generation that grew up listening to R&B and aren’t in any way shy about admitting this (unlike, um, some critics who will remain nameless.) We know people who speak fondly about the Summer of Chillwave, and we do rather appreciate the sort of woozy beat that can evoke the feeling of clutching a lukewarm PBR and watching the sun go down over the East River. And we like producers who’ve clearly digested all of J Dilla’s oeuvre.