That’s one way of putting it

Paul Ford on trends in this year’s SXSW music:

The handclap in its organic glory (or simulation thereof) should insert a hopeful note, like a brisk, playful fox-terrier jumping into the middle of the stage. But repeated often enough handclaps are hell. They are the musical equivalent to tiny lizards biting off your eyebrows.

I haven’t even had a chance to dive into any of the music yet.