In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary skit from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the lyrics and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Erase Chair's famous motto: "This album will probably suck more cock than my mom can in one night". But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can FEEK myyyyyyy, but a great skit can come from "Plumber Joe's Buttcrack". It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now writing music for Eraser Chair, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest avant-garde artist in Roanoke. I will be returning to Eraser Chair soon, hungry for more.r
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