Got this for an exorbitant price at Borders. Can't find it anywhere else (mean looks directed at Gramophone - you have been outdone by a bookstore, what the fuck.)
This is the album Surfer Rosa should've been, I think. The aforementioned is a bit too infatuated with its own weirdness. Doolittle is slightly less weird (in pixies terms, this still means ridiculously loopy) but has more meat and gravy in terms of actual songs. And they've lost none of the manic energy.
Notable mentions - Here Comes Your Man, a pop song with a melody worthy of the great punk bands of the 70s.
Enough has been said about Debaser and Wave of Mutilation, so maybe i'll skip those here.
Dead is quite a corker, and quite the contrast with the punky, melodic side of Black Francis's writing. This is clearly where Cobain got his inspiration from.
These guys are still one of my all time favourite bands. The weird schtick puts just the right light on what I love to call simple, solid songwriting, which must be the underpinning of any popular music. They have sonic chops too - 'articulate but not clean' arrangements which bring out the roar in their strange but compelling brand of rock n roll.
adam
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