Tuesday, September 22 2009
He was as unlikely a candidate to don the mantle of rock and roll cliché as anyone; he was just a child's drawing of abject gloom, a stocky fireplug frame, dark, insomniac eyes skittering beneath the damp straw tangle of his anime-angular hair, an upside-down sorrow-mouth.
Sunday, October 3 2004
In this ancient place of giant ferns and cedars, it seems the dead outnumber the living; the living fall away too quietly, too easily, taken away by stealth. There is tremendous natural beauty here, but its hold is tenuous, like moss clinging to rotting bark that will ultimately break and sink into the forest floor.
Tuesday, December 16 2003
Sunday, September 14 2003
Not a great lover or follower of country music -- hey, what could a bunch of twangy bejeweled cowpokes say to me, a snotty punk brat from Manchester, England, right?
Wednesday, March 23 2005
There is nothing vague about the sweet ache running like candy stripes throughout the confectioner's swirl of their endearing electro chamber pop.
Monday, January 31 2005
The Duluth trio have confounded us again, which is a good thing of course. Virtually absent on The Great Destroyer are the spare, minimalist daubs of intimate beauty with which they're so closely associated, and yet, nonetheless, it wades through a kind of dark, tumultuous resplendence all its own.
Monday, July 26 2004
Mountain Goats have just added a further chapter in an ongoing saga of (micro) relationships examined against a backdrop of (macro) global concern, We Shall All Be Healed being the most explicit yet.
Sunday, May 2 2004
Tuesday, April 20 2004
At its most arresting, the music of Calla hums with tension along the line between polarities.