Since the Drawer here has recently become the judge, jury and foremost executioner for those seemingly good bands that do very bad things, the evil puppy-kicking corporate conglomerates can add a José González notch on their handcrafted by an eight-year-old in dank Singapore cellar belts with this one. To their collective credits, I really didn’t feel I was watching a commercial here, and the Sony BRAVIA thing doesn’t even pop up ‘til the end. Visually, it actually quite stunning – arresting even. And I’m still not all that clear on just what a Sony BRAVIA actually is. So why the ass would I want to buy one? I mean I probably could find one on eBay or head on over to the Best Buy and be insulted by the Geek Squad for not knowing some arcane technological acronym. Considering the fact I think I heard a José González tune on an episode of NBC’s Friday Night Lights (my dad made me watch it, okay) sometime late last year, I’m not all that surprised. And I guess it’s not a textbook case of a sell out if you’re not singing your own song. (Now that I think about, Iron and Wine didn’t make me wanna run out and get some M&Ms either.)

Basically, if you sell out, we will find you. And we will then post about here with a derision not seen since Jim DeRogatis wrote that Hootie and the Whitefish review. Indie McCarthyism it may be, but ol’ J.R. turned out okay in the end. Right? Shit man, the Kennedys had his back the whole time. And who has better luck than them?