By: Luke O'Neil
Laura June Kirsch for the Village Voice Future in Williamsburg
Recently, a writer for Pitchfork attended a Purity Ring concert in Melbourne, Australia. Nice. While such a scenario might normally come coupled with some degree of purple musings about synth textures and beguiling atmospherics, there's little in the way of language about the actual music performed that night, because, as author Nick Fulton writes, he was too distracted by everyone with their dang phones out to properly immerse himself in the experience. Or, translated into Pitchforkian, "It's hard not to wonder if these technophile fans know they are diluting not only their own but other people's cultural intimacy."