"Pitchfork calls Diamond Nights' EP "pure frat party filth" ... as if there's something wrong with that? The review is the closest thing to elitist class warfare Pitchfork has ever printed. What's with the insults? Let me tell you something, self-aware hipsters. It's OK to like simple, testosterone-driven rawk 'n' roll. I know you won't admit to it (until you review the new Turbonegro album, that is.) You'd rather listen to "serious" music and contemplate the infinite bands that wouldn't exist if not for the band Can. That's fine. In some circles Can is the apex of all creation. To most people -- like people who readily admit to liking Thin Lizzy and Rick Springfield and mainstream rock bands that go best with lukewarm Miller High Life -- Can means nothing. But here's the thing: They don't look down upon those who do like Can. I remember an interview with Billy Corgan and he was talking about how snooty Sonic Youth was when they headlined Lollapalooza. Sonic Youth (one of my favorite bands by the way) didn't like playing to drunk Midwestern fratboys. Corgan didn't like their exclusive attitude. It's those Midwestern fratboys, Corgan insisted, who really needed Sonic Youth. So why shut them out? He talked of his admiration for Van Halen and their inclusive, "it's a party and everybody's invited" attitude. Pitchfork's party is closed -- and closeminded. "