Oh, jeez, in the compendium of rock critic cliches, few things are as annoying like the male rock comparing women artists to other women that they sound nothing like. Prime example: I missed this Glasser review on Pitchfork from 2 weeks ago. The review compares her to no less than seven other women, though, surprisingly, there is no comparison to Tori Amos or Yoko Ono or Karen O or PJ Harvey. Also tragicomic is the speculative characterizing of her bond with her best friend, Tauba Auerbach, as being that they are getting marginal fame together--like they are the motherfucking Kardashians, not ARTISTS. That said, if they start getting Molly Lambert up in there more often--I might have reason to stop bitching.