Over on the indie rock side of things, though, it get a little trickier. He uses Best Coast as the primary example, which is perfectly appropriate, of course, and he mentions chillwave acts Neon Indian and Washed Out, which I believe is perhaps a slight oversimplification but still, fine. There's one part, though, where he goes way too far:
But indie-rock is second-guessing itself yet again, busily justifying dumb fun as if it’s unavailable elsewhere. Bands that used to bristle with cacophony — like Deerhunter and No Age — cut back on it last year, reflecting either a newfound serenity or a longing for accessibility (or both).
It is absolutely true that both of those bands made the most accessible records of their careers last year, but to use them as proof that indie rock is "busily justifying dumb fun as if it's unavailable elsewhere" is more than a stretch—it's an insult, especially given that, just a paragraph later, he seems to grade hip-hop on an entirely different scale:
Indie-rock may be lagging, as it typically does, behind the cycles of hip-hop, which reached its anti-intellectual trough in the mid-2000s when crunk was king. There are still club boasts and drug-trade chronicles, but largely thanks to Mr. West’s best-selling example, other subjects are re-emerging from the sidelines: complex thoughts on celebrity, stray political observations, personal confessions and a psychological complexity that hip-hop’s old cartoon personas would rarely allow themselves.
A quick visit to the Hot 97 website tells me that the most played song on the station is currently "You Be Killin Em" by Fabolous. As far as I can tell, it's about a woman who dresses nicely, I guess because a man bought her expensive things. There are lines like, "A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent/She look like the best money that I ever spent," and "All she wanna know is there a mall near us/Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her/But he ain't beat it up, I assault her/Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her."
The second most-played is "What's My Name" by Rihanna and Drake, which, like most Rihanna songs, is about Rihanna trying to find a guy who's as good at having sex as she is. Even Drake, who Pareles presumably had in mind when he mentioned the uptick in "complex thoughts on celebrity," can only muster some bullshit about the square root of 69 being "8 something" and about all the things he could do to Rihanna in a whopping 20 minutes. He also seems pretty sure that when the woman says she has to leave, she really means she wants to stay, which, ha ha, is terrifying.
Should we go to number three? More Drake, with "Fancy" featuring T.I. and Swizz Beatz. This one's about a woman whose nails and hair are done, thus making her very "fancy." T.I. laments the fact that most other women are just "gold digging bitches" who "plan on sucking dicks until some millions appear." Complicated thoughts on celebrity indeed. In the fourth spot, we've got, unbelievably, another Drake song. "Up All Night," featuring Nicki Minaj, is about… well, nothing at all, actually. Drake loving his quote-unquote team, maybe. Rounding out the top five is Miguel, featuring J Cole, with "All I Want is You," a song that I suppose contains some of the "personal confessions" Pareles mentioned, as Miguel grimaces his way through the admission that he regrets breaking up with an ex. In the meantime, J Cole hopes that a woman he feels the same way about is so unhappy that she'll come back to him like a "boomerang" because all of his "new bitches seem to get old real quick."
Now, I realize that Pareles didn't paint hip-hop in an altogether positive light, in terms of where it's headed, but it's worth noting that the examples he uses across genres are woefully inconsistent. He merely glosses over artists like Arcade Fire and Joanna Newsom—writes them off as "hold-outs and contrarians" and says indie is moving toward prideful inanity because No Age and Deerhunter made records that are slightly more accessible than their previous work, while still being what most listeners would consider fairly difficult and abrasive. But when it comes to hip-hop, the language changes: we learn that its tolerance for stupidity reached its apex years ago, and, with only Kanye cited as a concrete example (even though his album is actually full of just as much dumb, offensive crap as any other), we learn that hip-hop's in the midst of a serious, much-needed attitude adjustment—no matter what the charts say.
One of the main problems here is that—and I think we're going to hear a lot more about this in the coming year—to talk about "indie rock" as a whole is very obviously a mistake. There's simply too much happening, in far too many different styles, to make any real statement about what it might sound like at a particular moment. The truth is that the bands he mentions, even the ones that make some degree of sense—Best Coast, Neon Indian, Washed Out—are relatively minor players in the world of indie rock. Last I heard (yesterday), there were still some tickets left to see Best Coast and Wavves at Music Hall next month. On the other hand, The Decemberists just sold out three nights at the Beacon Theater. Bright Eyes just sold out two nights at Radio City, where Vampire Weekend sold out three nights just a few months ago. There are plenty of arguments you can make against those bands, but "I don't like them because they justify dumb fun" simply isn't one of them.