There is Grandeur in this View of Life; or What to Tell Ben Fong-Torres
It’s a think-piece about a mid level band struggling with their own limitations in the harsh face of stardom.
No form of writing is more loathsome or depraved than the rock music review. The subtext of nearly every instance screams, “I wish I made it in the biz.” It’s nearly impossible to mask self-pity in smarm, yet music reviewers make careers of it.
Fortunately for us all, Ripfork exists. This website calls bullshit on the mountains of bullshit, one review at a time.
I recommend starting with the withering review of Pitchfork’s slobbering review of Kid A.