The return of Everett True | 67. Kim Deal
I haven’t posted one of these for 23 days. It feels longer. There’s no reason, just inertia. Depression.
I saw this video posted on a friend’s Facebook feed. It’s Kim Deal. Of course I’m going to listen.
It’s so good. Transparent. You can hear all the workings, the fluidity, the spontaneity, the beautiful melody at the heart of the craft and… why can’t anyone else manage this?
It’s playful. It’s profound. It’s nonsensical. It makes me giddy with momentary euphoria, and makes me wish I had a switch in my brain that could transfer sound into physical sustenance, sensation.
So natural. So human. Never boring or mundane.
New York Times has it down as an “angular, churning rocker” but it so isn’t. Man, it’s never OK to use cliché but ESPECIALLY not when it’s not even applicable.
Lovely video, too. The song kind of falls apart in the middle, and then remembers where it is and realises it’s just too good not to keep on going.
Recorded by Steve Albini, and it sounds like it. And that’s not an insult.
This makes me want to smile at life.