You think you’ve got game, and then you meet Drew Harkins and you throw the game away because you just can’t win.
Deerhunter, Monomania (4AD)
Pick your favorite review of this album:
a.) Monomania is a willfully inscrutable/abstruse nocturnal garage pastiche of shopworn indie standards, pieced together meticulously from a post-nothing fakebook, delivered with mesmerizing panache and terrorizing aplomb.
b.) Deerhunter’s Monomania re-imagined as a Phish setlist, the way that guy from Dirty Projectors did Black Flag:
Anti-Scale Mode -> Puke Racket, Pot Arpeggioz, Schlock & Choogle II, Churn/Thrust N’ Fey, Jam Progression -> Lawnmower Ratchet -> Omega Point, Denouement, Coy Spoon Acoustic Reprise
c.) When you get a tattoo on your shin, the majority of the work takes place on the fleshy haft of your lower leg. It’s mostly easy dermis for canvas, all smooth and humming along with the perfect amount of pinch, subtly reminding that you’re permanently defacing your skin.
The only actual pain comes when the needle bears down on the distal ends. A pitted feeling sucks your gut but passes quickly. Those couple moments when the point clicks over that little groove in the ridgeline is the real treat, because it’s just enough to make your privates tingle.
d.) The Black Lips dudes dubbed Monomania “transcend-fi” and I see no reason to reinvent the wheel.
e.) Yes, Bradford. It was great. And it was punk.
Queens of the Stone Age, …Like Clockwork (Matador)
“Some men are so macho they’ll get you pregnant just to kill a rabbit.” – Maureen Murphy