The Incomprehensible Outpourings of a Solipsistic Obsessive
Pattern Recognition
The way it all becomes completely unhinged towards the end.
The Sprawl
Ditto. But more balanced between screaming harsh chaos and blissful melody.
Word Looks Red
Frenetic slide guitar work. See live video for evidence.
She’s in a Bad Mood
Atonal one-chord drone opening.
Brave Men Run
Bohemian vocal wail married to guitar chime sickness.
Society Is A Hole
Turgid, choppy, slow-motion maelstrom of 1980s folk noise.
Death to Our Friends
Nightmare race on dark roads
Shadow of a Doubt
Midway thru, guitars build up momentum and churn, hum like burning ghosts. Ambient anguish.
Tunic
Pretty monolithic guitar riff drift pinned down with a steady, hypnotic beat.
The Wonder
The ‘solo’ is sort of revisited in a much brighter form on Incinerate.
Stereo Sanctity
Superb P K Dick vocal evocation, thundering/splintering zen drum chug whilst guitars sound like failing engines.
Cryptic, evocative lyrics issued with poetic nonchalance. Tumbling drums with best fill ever. You know the one I mean.
Female Mechanic Now on Duty
Midday anguish, grinding motion of construction/machinery.
Skink
Slow, heavy, and mesmerising, just how we like ‘em.
Dude Ranch Nurse
Ditto, but with more axe wailing which introduces a whole ‘nother element.
Sympathy for the Strawberry
Swelling mass of sonic fog – chilling wind chime tinkle.
Helen Lundeberg
No wave art rock (and roll???) Could be the ultimate Sonic Youth song, a real pleasant surprise at this stage in the game.
JC
Heavy, thick zaps of suburban summer thunder.
Bull in the Heather
Sci-fi zaps, robotic belches and maraca enhanced drum breaks.
Sweet Shine
Alternative universe diva whispering amidst guitar shimmer.
Winner’s Blues
Totally dig the reverb soaked vocal.
Becuz
Totally dig the noise intermission, specifically Thurston’s measured use of wah-wah. See live video for evidence.
Washing Machine
Haunting and tumbling in equal measures, initial unease is created with tunnel vocal and then dissolved with long mind baker of a noise meltdown
Sunday
62 Jazzmaster… rolling slow and smooth… Culkin’s lips… swinging hair… horse paintings... detached gaze
Contre Le Sexisme
Western epic dissonance
Marilyn Moore
Complete submerging despair, clanking guitar, insane shepard alone on isolated hill at midnight.
Blink
Really warm… bass mewls like a cat by a warm fire of slowly burning guitars…
Tom Violence
I’ve picked more songs from EVOL than I realised I would. This has very gradually become my favourite Sonic Youth record; initially I was actually quite underwhelmed by it. TV is teenage soul scream.
Expressway to Your Skull
All the mysteries of existence compacted into infinity minutes of rock affirmation – hysterical scree – eerie hospital ambience… (I refer to vinyl locked groove track length)
Early American
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