You’ll notice I’m praising Bono as a lyricist here. Take a deep breath, agree, then move along.
If you ever find me dying in the street don’t give me mouth to mouth (I don’t know where your filthy lips have been), just play me ”These Days’
A feast of cryptic poetics sound tracked by sleepy-eyed saxophones and smooth grooves.
Who started the fire? Arcade Fire did.
Its genius remains undimmed.
Are there any albums in your collection that you bought in a moment of weakness?
Beck clones were everywhere and in their wake they rendered passionate feeling an embarrassing personality trait.
It’s a common complaint from music fans these days that many reviews are more about the reviewer than the music.
Don’t allow Scott-Heron’s expansive genius to be whittled down to who it influenced. Instead, approach it as necessary in its own right.
Listening to Cults, I can only imagine that they have some great insider connections.