And then this one time I actually listened to the second stanza of the first verse and discovered there was a guy holding his own intestines
Now, see, I'm listening to it for the very first time right now? Still caught that bit.
But GOOD. Very good.
But GOOD. Very good.
I know. It's like he took the perfect assortment of words and they fit snugly into this upbeat melody. "Crooked French-Canadian." "Sprightly light magenta." Where else do you hear these phrases?!
Yep, I liked it. Now I'll have to go get more to be schooled by the time they get to town.
"Crooked French-Canadian."
And he was gut-shot running gin! If you do not love those lyrics, you have no magic in your heart.
What's your band now?
The Soft Set: [link]
I'm bit with the Decemberists love, too, but my favorite is "The Soldiering Life," which is an irresistable, jaunty little sing-along about soldiers dying in ditches in WWI.
Really, David? Talk me into going to the show.
Oh jeez, well if you're not convinced already by all the Decembrists love on display, I'll note that Colin Meloy is probably the best songwriter to come along since Stephin Merritt. But he has more of a short story writer's sensibility mashed up with antic wordsmithery. And musically, I think you'd find them very appealing, since they use lots of acoustic instruments but bang them and bash them in a sea-chantey way - not unlike the Pogues, though more ramshackle. It's lovely stuff - the dark stuff is very dark, and the funny stuff is very funny and the heartfelt stuff is melancholy.
I haven't seen them live (I had Emmett the night they played in SF), but Jon vouches for their liveliness. And he seems tempted to go, and he's certainly good company at a show...
"Brick Shithouse" by Placebo fucking rocks.
(And I recommend Placebo fans check out Kill Hannah. Both glam-influenced with androgynous-voiced lead singers.)
Jilli will be happy to hear that I bought Placebo's Without You I'm Nothing.
Yaaaaaay!
(And I recommend Placebo fans check out Kill Hannah. Both glam-influenced with androgynous-voiced lead singers.)
Hmmm. But what about pretty boys in eyeliner? I mean, I'll still check them out, but there should be pretty boys in eyeliner.
The Cure show last night was wonderful. 3 and a half hours of the Cure, lots and lots of older material. It was fun watching the audience anytime an older song started up; you could see half of them obviously thinking "Huh? This wasn't on Disintegration ..."
But he has more of a short story writer's sensibility mashed up with antic wordsmithery
His lyrics remind me of Morrissey, in a good way.
The interesting thing about "July, July!" is that it is apparently about some time Colin spent living in a former chicken slaughterhouse in Portland. So it's the chickens' blood that's running down the drain.
And they are my favorite newish band of the past year. I've seen them three tiimes, and it was always fun.
I have been listening to the Future Soundtrack for America compilation, which is amazing.