Every so often a critic will write about a piece of music and nail it so perfectly that writing, or even sometimes reading, any more about it seems useless. In the case of Justin Bieber’s new album, Believe, that critique is the work of a bunch of eight-year-old girls from Canada.
I’ve been passing this around to some friends who are journalists and/or big readers of cultural criticism, and the uniform response has been that all music critics should retire because none of us is ever going to top this review.
Miles Raymer of the Chicago Reader, you’re right. This is amazing. Shut it all down.