Paul Sevigny, brother of Chloe, has a band called A.R.E. Weapons. (If you're downtown and below the age of 30, you already know this.) I haven't heard them, but when I've asked people, the response has usually involved some sort of facial contortion that registers disgust. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even write about them, as we're more into yuppies than hipstersthin line, I knowbut this seems relevant. One of the more profound lines from an A.R.E. song goes something like this: Dude!/ That's cool!/ Life was meant to be awesome! (Seriously.) To which the Pitchfork Review responds: "Yeah, if you're born rich enough to pretend you're poor. Like most poseurs, this trio of Nolita fashionistas fails to understand that most poor people try to look their best. Contrary to the dalliances of the richwho've lately been slumming it like it's 1979there's nothing fun or "cool" in wondering when you'll eat next. If there's any justice, every trucker-capped hair-metal ironist in New York will find out, and soon...Kicking around New York for fucking ever, Paul's finally put together a scam that's paying off: holding down three keys on an old Casio"
A.R.E. Weapons: Pitchfork review [PitchforkMedia]