Oh, god. Help me, words. Help me convey what a blessing Frog is. The moment the guitars trickle in on “All Dogs to Heaven”, I am transported. The warm twang that rings throughout the LP sounds woody, tangible, distinctly not modern. I think about “Ventura Highway”, and I try to remember when that sandy southwestern […]
This appears to be the opposite of crazy. It’s mundane. Why would somebody describe their encounters with normal everyday situations and then call themselves crazy? Why indeed. They’d have to be delusional.
While Pitchfork may be invaluable as an archive, it is worse than useless as a forum for insight and argument
Bloody hell, this is good. I didn’t know Battles got this good.