“Love is like a silhouette of dreams” is the best line I’ve heard all year. It’s so meaningless, it verges on the avant-garde. “Open up your heart and let me pull you out” is, in the most literal sense, profoundly disturbing. Her lyrics subvert the very cliches they swim in. It’s the kind of deconstructionist pop nonsense that Greer Gartside tried to achieve on Scritti Politti’s Cupid & Psyche 85. Where he failed, Kimbra succeeds. Would anyone who believed in the power of linguistics write, “Love is like a silhouette of dreams”? She knows that language has failed us, that an “ooh-ooh-oh” can say more than any words. Whether she arrived at this knowledge through her Pentecostal roots or through endless readings of Lacan is something for future generations and interviewers to ponder.Well worth the price of entry
Please, John Darnielle. Read the review. Take it in slowly. Really try to process it. We love you and miss you. I know it hurts, but this is important. You took a wrong turn about nine or ten years ago, but it's not too late. You can go back to your roots. You can find the raw sincerity and brilliance you once had. But only if you admit that you are powerless against the banality of producers and the superficial shine of studio recording. You have to give it up. It's killing you artistically. And it's hurting us too, John—we're all affected by it. It hurts us to see you like this. We're your friends and we just want to see you get better.Thou hast blasphemed.
A fair chunk of music that has been produced this year could be classified as music for people who don’t like music. A fair chunk of all pop music ever has been. You know the type. When I was a student everyone had to own Bob Marley’s Legend and Born In The USA. That was how it was. Produce the cassettes and you get to wear your keffiyeh down the uni bar. Not that some of it isn’t good – draw your own Venn diagrams here – but the music that gets sold at petrol stations has a particular flavour to it. I mean, if you’ve only bought a couple of albums in the last six months and you’ve picked from Fleet Foxes, Adele, Lady Gaga or Eddie Vedder and his faux-rustic, common man, back to basics ukefuckingleles, you’re consuming music in a very different way to someone who devours it for breakfast, lunch and tea, whose pulse beats faster at the thought of the filthy shouty racket that the best new band in town will make tonight and who can actually literally feel their mouth watering when they read enticing reviews of new releases (please tell me that’s not just me).It sounds like you're the first type of music consumer being mentioned – the one who just wants something pleasant to put on, well-categorized, well-enough-written, that's that. I more strongly identify with the latter. I could never just browse through a series of new releases and expect to hit upon something that triggers anything fierce in me. I need more. And I need people with the same cravings to help me find what I'm looking for.
Everyone I’ve met who likes Cardiacs has LOVED music. Every single one. There is no such thing as a casual Cardiacs fan. They have the hunger on them. Music isn’t an optional extra, it’s the centre, the hub, the pivot around which everything else wheels. They get the shivers, they get the buzz. They don’t get Death Cab For Cutie from beside the till at BP before a long journey home to see the folks.
It is important to know why you hold an opinion, understand how it emerged from the universe of all your opinions, and help others to form their own opinions. There is no correct answer. There is simply the correct process.posted by PandaMomentum at 11:41 AM on March 22 [3 favorites]
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