Lily Allen put out a really crappy album in 2008 or so. But the title says it all: It’s Not Me, It’s You. It’s the papa razzi, those snapping photos of her, exploiting her physical assumption in lieu of the songwriting. I mean, just imagine how creeped out you’d be if you were this girl. … Continue reading “How Lily Allen Defies the Very Notion of Music Criticism”