Hey, it’s another episode of Breakfast at Sulimay’s, in which closed-minded old geezers express their sublimated rage at the existence of young people by shitting all over the music they make. Although “Wilco (the Song)” gets a pass from one reviewer, whose name I believe is Preston J. Old Balls McGee (“This would be a good dance tune”), the gang is less kind toward Dirty Projectors. Quoth one of the reviewers: “I did not care for it. Take a look at me. Does it look like I’m into Oriental music? Cut me a break will ya!” Easy now, lady, you’re gonna stroke out!