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Nicely done, all around. This is a great album that deserves all of the praise it can get, and it’s cool to read that Granduciel and the rest of the band seem like dudes worth rooting for.
Granted, having a long affair is one of the worst ways (short of a more nefarious or perhaps criminal form of deception) to end a marriage. That said, life is complicated, people change, and things don’t always work out. To take Pope Frances Ha out of context, “Who am I to judge?” So I’ll go ahead and not get on a team, no matter how weird Thurston’s new relationship might seem. I just hope everyone’s doing ok now.
I’ll give you this: it’s easily the most unexpected album inspired by a board game since Megadeth’s “Risk.”
Oof, what a gaffe. Promoting a song about Magic with a picture of Bird? It’s as if Coldplay knows nothing about the NBA!
“I look at these paintings with a kind of passing happiness, surprised by how easily Da Vinci can still make me smile, vaguely saddened by the idea that a smile is probably the most complex emotional response he’ll get from me. Mona Lisa isn’t all that different in spirit from 1498′s The Last Supper, which is to say that it’s less jammy and long-winded than either Virgin of the Rocks or Adoration of the Magi but essentially the product of the same mischievous brain. Most of it looks sort of like ’70s guild paintings rendered as some kind of ergonomic desk toy: compact, brightly colored, unlikely to stir the depths of the soul but nifty nevertheless.”
Never listened to the album –– so maybe I shouldn’t have written it off like that. But speaking of good albums, that Cornershop album with “Brimful of Asha” is still pretty solid. Or has its moments, at least.
Let’s not forget Bran Van 3000′s “Drinking in LA,” which is indeed a thing that exists and I remember thinking was pretty cool at the time. Again, AT THE TIME.
Also, Pavement’s “Stereo” is most definitely a post-Beck song, as Malkmus himself has admitted.
I can’t believe this is real –– it’s like the Billy Corgan-est thing that Billy Corgan would do.
I’m the kind of person who still thinks this is the second best Beck album (after Odelay, naturally). I don’t know what this says about me –– maybe I just can’t let the ’90s go. But I really like the weird, dour folky stuff on this album: “Pay No Mind” and “Nightmare Hippy Girl,” especially. To my ears it’s one of those albums that even if each individual song isn’t great, it just has a good vibe. An underrated and hard to pin down quality, that.
Also, I think it’s due time for a popular resurrection of the great “Standing Outside a Phone Booth With Money in My Hand.” I remember my older brother buying that album and us listening to it in its entirety only once. Fantastic song, though.
In parsing out what Lost in the Dream sounds like, I’ve settled on: “it sounds like 1974 Pink Floyd time traveled to the mid-’80s and heard Born in the USA and Brothers in Arms.” Or: “it sounds like the Traveling Wilburys if they replaced Roy Orbison and George Harrison with Brian Eno and late-1970s David Bowie.” Or: “it sounds like Slave Ambient on HGH.”
All of these things are good things, at least to my mind.
Yeah, Lost in the Dream has blown my mind. The whole thing is just so fucking good, but the last track in particular just slays me. I loved Slave Ambient and Wagonwheel Blues and thought I had a pretty good handle on what to expect from the War on Drugs. But damn… this has decimated my expectations. It kind of reminds me of how I felt when I first heard Kaputt –– so decent company, basically.
Here’s my full review of the War on Drugs album: holy fuck.
Eat those words, Scott: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbRom1Rz8OA
I feel like I’m about to go very ape over this. Then again, when you have a music legend like this from your town, I suppose you have to milk it for all it’s worth. If I lived in Aberdeen and that were going on I’d probably stay away; sappy memorials like that can really drain you. Not to breed any animosity, but this is simply dumb. It was wrong for them to dive into this, as it’s a stain on Cobain’s legacy. To make a cheap joke using one of Kurt’s song titles, I bet he’d be pissed about this were he still “Alive.”
Welcome to 2014, when a track featuring Miley Cyrus followed by a track featuring Daft Punk isn’t weird at all.
Pretty good for what I’m assuming was Too $hort’s first foray into filming an album trailer.
Ah yes, Street Vincent, St. Vincent’s hardcore rap side project. I’m glad this isn’t just a figment of my imagination, as I long thought it was. I assume you also see the worms crawling out of your computer screen that I do. Why can’t I kill them once they emerge from the screen? They seem to just disappear. Any help with this problem would be much appreciated.
A fantastic album, this one. It’s probably my favorite of the year so far, and it would be a runaway were my attachment to Stephen Malkmus not so strong.
“Started [apologizing] from the Bottom [of my heart]“
I read an interview a while back where Thurston bemoaned the subpar album/ticket sales for Chelsea Light Moving and suggested that their future releases would be billed as “Thurston Moore and Chelsea Light Moving” or something like that. I wouldn’t be shocked if Matador went whole hog and re-released the album under that name; or maybe he’ll drop the Chelsea Light Moving altogether.
Either way, I don’t think his post-SY career has been as rosy as he assumed it would be.
Also: I know you’re just doing your whole enfant terrible schtick right now and it’s pointless to do the argument thing, but this is something that’s been on my mind lately so I decided to get all serious and write words about it. Typically, serious discussions in comments sections are just the worst, which is why I try to limit my commenting persona to “anonymous person who trades in bad puns and questionable jokes.” But alas, here we are.
I figured that was your take, and that’s fine I guess. I don’t know, I suppose I’m not that moralistic; people don’t always make the “right” decision, whatever that is. Imperfection is a pretty standard human trait, whereas addiction isn’t –– the vast majority of people who touch addictive substances don’t get addicted. Conflating bad habits with addiction is a pretty common thing, but it’s a thing I have a huge problem with. Many of us for instance, drink alcohol. Alcohol is delicious, and if consumed in moderation actually has health benefits and stuff (who knew!). Still, sometimes people like to get good and drunk, because it’s fun. That’s a choice, and certainly most of us know it’s not the wisest one. A key difference: for alcoholics, it’s not so fun, and it’s not simply something they can cut back on or quit for the month of January just to prove a point. Some brains are just wired that way, and for the those of us that aren’t it’s important to try to be understanding and see what we can do as a society to help out. But hey, that’s just me.
I know you’ve probably heard this before and are choosing to stick to your “drug addicts are bad people” guns due to some comforting principle you like to believe in, but addiction isn’t a vice –– it’s a disease. This moralistic bullshit where people reduce that to “asshole makes bad decisions so of course they die” causes me endless brain pain. I’m all for not trivializing addiction and instead opening up a conversation about what that means and finding effective ways to help those who struggle with it (there aren’t nearly enough –– rehab, sure, but as we’ve seen those success rates aren’t exactly through the roof, and there’s still a huge social stigma surrounding addiction and mental illness writ large, for that matter). So I say put the dead drug addict on the cover!
Considering Jethro Tull won the inaugural grammy for best metal performance, this is all pretty consistent with Grammy tradition.
or, Wow, this is a pretty high concept “don’t put aerosol cans in the fire” PSA.