Where better throwbacks such as Brooklyn-based Blood on the Wall overcome their heavily earmarked influences, Morningwood don't even try to put a unique spin on their pilfering: Their tracklist reads like an AudioScrobbler profile, systematically tallying new wave and glam ingredients in ways only machines and computerbrains can.
If you don't have anything nice to say....
The PFM review is not the problem here, Morningwood is.
PS: Too bad Pitchfork doesn't have a negative rating system.
