I might be with Paul Secor on this one.
I'm not a player, nor is Cuscuna, and who are we to say that anybody - Jemeel Moondoc, Arthur Doyle, Phill Musra, Bob Ralston - are emotionally excessive or screaming pretenders? I'm into this music at this level because I feel things, and I think, and I have an identification with cats who express similar things to what I know/experience/feel.
Yes, it is a Crouch-like quote. Is that just part of being a critical child of the late '70s/early '80s?
The not naming names thing is pretty unhip, too. Clement Greenberg, in his art criticism of the 1960s, and LeRoi/Amiri Baraka in his writings of that time, certainly named names. Maybe to a fault (did Burton's career suffer? I know Frank Smith's did). But art critics like Michael Fried in the later '60s and into the '70s, only mentioned names when praising. When damning, it was a broad and impersonal swath. Same goes for Crouch and, evidently, Cuscuna (in this case).