Old habits die hard.

To quote one of the bestest comedies of the past decade: "Who cares about this stupid election?" Well, I mean, I do... but it's frying my brain. So instead of adding anything to the discourse, I feel it's my duty to call-out political pandering of another sort.

Have all y'all seen the relentless Alfie soundtrack hype over at that citadel of quality music journalism known as Rolling Stone?
I mean, know Jann named the magazine after Mick's band and all, but its pandering to Mr. Jagger's work on that soundtrack is just so transparently sad.

First there was the breathless early news item, then the fluffy preview piece (complete with side item about Joss Stone working with The Stone). This was followed by a glowing four star review of the soundtrack itself. (Oh and, lest we forget, a week later the rag gave a four star review to the Stones' umpteenth live album, Live Licks-- better than Elliott Smith's final album!)

Now check out this kicker from Peter Travers' dismissal of the film itself: "The only touch of Caine's brutal sexiness is in the thrilling songs by Mick Jagger and Dave Stewart that should win Sir Mick his first Oscar. The rest is marshmallow."

Goddam! Jann, get that shriveled up, beknighted wiener out of your mouth (I think Sophie Dahl is in line for it) and get back to putting Yellowcard and Creed Altar Bridge on the cover of your fine mag. Thank you, that's all.

(Oh and if your brain isn't all the way frazzled from post-election whatevs, Josh is still writing really erudite essays on "the aftermath.")