“I was this close,” I said, suddenly, interrupting my own train of thought, raising two hands with about of foot of air between them, “to finishing an outline on the damn thing.” But then I thought, if Eskimo Joe only needed deliver halfway on this Girl, then that hands me carte blanche on how to review the damn thing.
Tag: Album Impressions
From the horses jowls, judge, I damn well hurd Orville Peck neigh and burr it himself, I swears on it!: “Psychedelic outlaw cowboy croons love and loss from the badlands of North America.”
Kurt Vile, a vinyl-pressed halo, what a dude, what a goober, he’s a street angel, probably spent his early day hustling the corners, scouting for the best street angles.
The onward trajectory of the majority of the track-list sets Foals as prime contrarians dismissing the invalidity of linear progress; Foals have found a sonic trajectory and manipulated it to practical perfection.
Outer Peace is not so much a record as a thirty minute DJ set—nothing makes it past four minutes, everything ephemeral, a slinking sleuthing swirling spinning series of singles that lock together like a jigsaw puzzle yet flow like a stutter-step butterfly flight.
MassEducation by St. Vincent Review “But if they only knew the real version of me Only you know the secrets, the swamp, and the fear What happened to blood? Our family? Annie, how could you do this to me?” -“Happy Birthday, Johnny” How the fuck did this happen? How could nothing but a piano and […]
If there was a long-game to be played on this record, this was it—toying with a Miles Davis line of seemingly nonsensical sonic experimentation until finding that miracle place of otherworldly sound and space.