My own arcade was called the Gold Mine and featured a facade of a 19th century mine entrance as the portal to entry. Greeting one inside, though, were simply rows of machines spread across a rather filthy and threadbare carpet and a cacophony of bleeps and bloops. Most often there was nary a girl in sight.
Pitchfork's end-of-the-summer experiment, a global vote called "The People's List", resulted in a final list that was unsurprising to most and enraging to others. PopMatters examines five things we can take from this list, not just about Pitchfork but about contemporary indie music as a whole.