John is a music critic. Write John, write!
Always keep music central in the conversation about music
I am offering no further explanation. I am too weary and too enraptured.
“It couldn’t be much further from Queensland, this song”
The anger hits; the sadness hurts. There’s nothing cute about this band, not anymore.
Six months ago I wrote that Can music was a universe. Hell, it’s way better than that. It’s a better version of our universe.
It’s a thin between sounding authentic and sounding like you’re writing the music for a future Levi’s advert.
Robert Pollard’s language is a universe that is both abstract and familiar, a poetry informed by gray skies and basements, used cars and starch.
They deserve better than this. And so does anyone who ever cared about them.