White Blood Cells
Wearing their classic rock hearts on their sleeves, The WS invest enough
passion and grit into their stripped down sound to lift themselves into
Love And Theft
Put's Time Out Of Mind out of mind.
I'm a Malkmaholic, but I don't knee jerk to the guy. I was a weak defender
of Terror Twilight, but this album outsings Pavement's swansong and reminds
me of why I fell in love with Pavement to begin with, without sounding
like early Pavement. The fun is back and Malkmus is on top of the world.
I met him at a bar once. He was anxious to get away.
Pulsing with possibilities, the album suggests the band might do anything, including stopping all the gizmology to sing a beautiful song.
Dog in the Sand
All he listens to, it's all freedom rock. When Black is looked back
on through the lens of quality rather than importance, people will say
this was a good batch of rocking songs.
I had a miserable time writing a review for this thing but I really liked it.
It's a little campy and Bacharch disco, but the cascade of sounds is like, yes, an avalanche.
I keep losing all my discs. I think I bring my CD's to other people's houses, and they don't get back home. I've got a stack of empty jewel cases, and Amnesiac's in it. I liked it when I could listen to it, though they've got to get off the whole mournful mumbling bit.
Oh Inverted World
They achieve that Pet Sounds feel not by acting all quirky and twee, but
by creating a large sound in a simple context. They really sound more
like the Kinks, again, without getting all Q & T.
It's this year's Beck album. Totally fun. Not much depth, but who cares.
Dan The Automator ought to cut ties with the irritating Del the Funky
Homosapien, but the dub + everything stew is thick and delicious.
Colonel Jeffrey Pumpernickel
One of my favorite albums as a kid was Spiderman vs. the Wolfman.
There was supposed to be a complimentary comic book, but things got lost
in my household, so all I got was the record. Theremin squaks suggested
action shots I couldn't see leaving me somewhat confused. At least there
was narration and dialogue. Now, with Colonel Jeffrey Pumpernickel there's
no comic book, narration and very little dialogue, but there is an unfathomable
story about some guy who may be a robot or fight robots and there are
killer caterpillars. It also has fine songs from GBV, Quasi, Grandaddy,
Ann Magnuson & Dave Rick with a couple clunkers from Stephen Malkmus
(See! I don't knee jerk!) and Poster Children. Ian Svenonius (Microsoft
Word spellchecker suggestion: venomous), formerly of much mourned mAKE
UP, sings a spellbinding and essential number for some dead guy. I think
it's Pumpernickel, but I'd need the comic book.
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