
Leaving aside for the moment the fact that King Hov cannot be feeling very great about his super shitty 81%, week 2 fall-off, and leaving aside for the moment that Hannah Montana is seriously running shit, and leaving aside that Chris Daughtry is also running shit: Pusha and Malice said Hell Hath No Fury didn't have any radio singles - and they were right, and I hope they don't care, and if they don't care then shit, I don't care, but either way that is precisely the reason why they are debuting at No. 13 with 81,400 copies despite a fantastic album and moreover despite all the fucking crit- and blog-love in the universe, reminding us even more poignantly than Snakes on a Plane did that bloggers mean even less than critics, who mean roughly zero, when it comes to putting bodies in stores, and it also reminds us that 14-year-old girls a) run the music business and b) could not care less about Pitchfork. (Or evolution, word to
Aly & AJ.) Oh, and yes, Josh Groban is there for the 14-year-old girls' moms. Who also don't download and who also don't read Pitchfork. If you fall somewhere between those two coordinates, enjoy yourself, but remember you don't matter one bit to L.A. Reid or Bob Cavallo these days.