As such, it’s hard for me to offer an informed opinion on how much their debut album, A Thing Called Divine Fits, does or doesn’t resemble their prior projects, but I hope we can agree that would be a flimsy excuse for musical analysis. Great artists aren’t content with staying in one place. Would Philip Seymour Hoffman routinely play brooding, lumpy characters with questionable social skills? Would some percentage of those parts be offered to Paul Giamatti if Hoffman was unavailable and/or the timing wasn’t right? Seriously, how incredibly cynical would it be to interrogate a collection of 11 songs rather than simply listen to it?
— I just really love this totally unnecessary slam on Philip Seymour Hoffman in Gerard Cosloy’s press release for the Divine Fits record.