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[music, albums] May 23, 2005 8:01:00 PM CEST
XXVII: 1989 Pixies - Doolittle
One myth states that pixies were a race of people who were not good enough for heaven or bad enough for hell so they were forced to stay on earth forever.
One of the greatest rock albums of all-time. In the States they didn't realise for a long time how amazing this band from Boston was. It was the same with the Wipers almost ten years before. Concerning Giant Sand, Swell or Idaho it is even worse: they never got those. Maybe American ears are not made for ingenious American music. Whatever. Charles Thompson IV aka Black Francis aka Frank Black must have come from a black hole in a galaxy a million light years away. Born in sunny Long Beach in CA in 1965 he formed the Pixies in 1986. Kim Deal who had just started playing the bass answered an ad by Thompson looking for a bassist liking Hüsker Dü and Peter, Paul & Mary. Via the drummer of the Throwing Muses the Pixies got a contract with 4AD. The British label of ethereal otherworldly music. Not exactly how I would call their unpredictable blend of punk, indie rock and surf pop with a penchant for Spanish lyrics.
how could i forget about their brilliant music? the simple infectious magnificent bass lines of kim deal. joey santiago's guitar squalls. black francis voice ranging from falsetto to david thomas scream to lou reed's coolness. they were the roxy music of around 1990. every song had at least three different songs in it. hardly any one was longer than three minutes. they had the gift of melody and punk of the buzzcocks.
debaser opens the surreal circle of noisy pop. when kim deal joins in black francis heavy breathing on tame: je t'aime moi non plus seemed to have been for puffs in comparison to those perfectly synchronous sex sounds. the energy. the intensity. david lovering's drums in the vein of maureen tucker. throwaway but effective. wave of mutilation is more standard anthemic rock music-wise. not everybody drives his car into the ocean and rides away on a wave of mutilation though. i bleed is the first climax. a slow start with the bassline. guitar squeaks come in. restrain. total self-abandonment. here comes your man is the sunny side of life. a gorgeous almost countryish melody. dead does not betray its title. abrasive. more like their first two releases. difficult to love. a cooler song follows. this monkey's gone o heaven. 5-6-7. number mysticism. mr grieves is weird. starts like a kind of reggae but it changes to something else. falling apart and holding together like every good pixies song. the infernality and speed of crackity jones. and on la la la love you lovering sings so much better than ringo starr. what a nice whistling song. number 13 baby (if someone's interested this is the mp3 i would put up) is knocking me out. i am there on the floor, the referree is counting me out and i love it. what a beautiful way to go down. there goes my gun sounds like a song of a drunken sailor. hey is reviving my spirits. the singing on silver sucks but there is kim's slide guitar and joey's guitar fuzz. gouge away mentions marihuana and kim sings "la la la". enough to be utterly classic. altogether the best road and drinking music around. i haven't tried it for sex but it can't be bad in this setting. the better party album would have been mlah though, i guess.
Here is the overview of the series 40 years, 40 albums of which part XXVII was this post.
willem, May 24, 2005 7:35:13 PM CEST
that's a terrific roundup of the album, the blurbs for each song are spot-on.
"debaser" lasted exactly long enough for me to drive back home from school on my bike, if i "skipped" every trafficlight. there was no stopping me with this on my headphones.
alex63, May 24, 2005 7:53:11 PM CEST
you, willem. i kind of wrote it as stream-of-consciousness, i didn't succeed 100% but i am very glad you liked it.
from your school to your home it must have been not more than a kilometer, i suppose. you are lucky that you didn't get overrun by a car when driving over all those red traffic lights. the music of the pixies is dangerous. i knew it subconsciously. though when i listened to doolittle last friday driving from frankfurt to hamburg i had the cruise-control on 120. and maybe enjoyed the music even more than if i had gone 180. there is so much going on in these songs. it's insane. i think i could concentrate better on the music by driving slowly.
itha, May 25, 2005 12:15:40 AM CEST
hell. this guy has listened to and impacted by virtually all albums i used to listen to, too. seems like we form a generation or something. duh. ekelhaft:)
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